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'Yes, Lady Wathin said, 'she has good looks to aid her. Judging from what I hear and have seen, her thirst is for notoriety. Sooner or later we shall have her making a noise, you may be certain. Yes, she has the secret of dressing well in the French style.
Warwick is a practised writer, said Lady Wathin. 'Writing is her profession, if she has any. She goes to nurse my cousin. Her husband says she is an excellent nurse. He says what he can for her. But you must be in the last extremity, or she is ice. His appeal to her has been totally disregarded.
These bookworm women, whose pride it is to fancy that they can think for themselves, have a great deal of the heathen in them, as morality discovers when it wears the enlistment ribands and applies yo them to win recruits for a service under the direct blessing of Providence. Lady Wathin left some darts behind her, in the form of moral exclamations; and really intended morally.
There indeed we may, sitting with the very Highest, forget our personal disappointments in dispensing reprobation for misconduct, however eminent the offenders. She was Lady Wathin, and once on an afternoon's call to see poor Lady Dunstane at her town-house, she had been introduced to Lady Pennon, a patroness of Mrs.
Warwick therefore was not missed by Lady Wathin. 'I have met her, she said. 'I confess I am not one of the fanatics about Mrs. Warwick. She has a sort of skill in getting men to clamour. If you stoop to tickle them, they will applaud. It is a way of winning a reputation. When the ladies were separated from the gentlemen by the stream of Claret, Miss Asper heard Lady Wathin speak of Mrs.
'Do not imagine that his persuasions undermined your Tony. I am subject to panics. 'Was it your husband? 'I had a visit from Lady Wathin. She knows him. She came as peacemaker. She managed to hint at his authority. Then came a letter from him of supplication, interpenetrated with the hint: a suffused atmosphere. Upon that; unexpected by me, my let me call him so once, forgive me! lover came.
Warwick, a woman of no birth, no money, not even honest character, enjoyed the entry undisputed, circulated among the highest: because people took her rattle for wit! and because also our nobility, Lady Wathin feared, had no due regard for morality. Our aristocracy, brilliant and ancient though it was, merited rebuke.
A woman under a cloud, she talked, pushed to shine; she would be heard, would be applauded. Her chronicler must likewise admit the error of her giving way to a petty sentiment of antagonism on first beholding Mrs. Cramborne Wathin, before whom she at once resolved to be herself, for a holiday, instead of acting demurely to conciliate.
Cramborne Wathin was invited to dinner. 'You will meet my dear friend, Mrs. Warwick, she said, and the reply was: 'Oh, I have heard of her. The formal consultation with Mr. Cramborne Wathin ended in an agreement to accept Lady Dunstane's kind invitation.
'Our life below is short! she said. To which Diana tacitly assented. 'We have our little term, Mrs. Warwick. It is soon over. 'On the other hand, the platitudes concerning it are eternal. Lady Wathin closed her eyes, that the like effect might be produced on her ears. 'Ah! they are the truths. But it is not my business to preach. Permit me to say that I feel deeply for your husband.
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