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Updated: June 9, 2025
The pomander box, the favourite perfume holder of the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries of England, was in the form of an apple, the perfumes and spices being made up like a ball. It is said that the perfume was prepared from a sixteenth-century recipe, the basis of which was sweet apples or apple pulp, and scented gums and essences.
Well, was I to run away, hands over my eyes, at the first alarm? The gray cat came purring about me and presently leaped upon my knee. On impulse, I offered the pomander to its nostrils. The unwinking yellow eyes shut, the beast's powerful claws closed and unclosed with convulsive pleasure, it breathed with that thirsty eagerness for the scent so familiar to my own senses.
"And what," added he, "is the grief, suspicion, I am, according to Mr. Triplet, to forget in your arms?" Mr. Vane added this last sentence in rather a testy manner. "Why, the fact is " began Sir Charles, without the remotest idea of what the fact was going to be. "That Sir Charles Pomander " interrupted Triplet. "But Mr. Triplet is going to explain," said Sir Charles, keenly.
He was roused from his reverie by a noise; the noise was caused by Cibber falling on Garrick, whom Pomander had maliciously quoted against all the tragedians of Colley Cibber's day. "I tell you," cried the veteran, "that this Garrick has banished dignity from the stage and given us in exchange what you and he take for fire; but it is smoke and vapor.
A broad stream of southern sun gushed in fiery gold through the open window, and, like a red-hot rainbow, danced through the stained glass above it. Existence was a thing to bask in in such a place, and so happy an hour! The guests were Quin, Mrs. Clive, Mr. Cibber, Sir Charles Pomander, Mrs. Woffington, and Messrs. Soaper and Snarl, critics of the day.
Whose gentle pity had brought this pomander to my pillow, to help me from that faintness which had followed my struggle with the Thing? Whose was the exquisite, individual fragrance contained in the ball I held?
"So sorry!" said Miss Josey, with the most melancholy of pouts on her lip, and with a funny reminder of Laura Keene when she uses the same expression to the discarded Pomander in "Peg Woffington." "But we have something else that you will like," Susy continued, determined to atone for any disappointment in the pigs and their terminations.
Woffington shall unearth her?" The malicious dog thought this was the surest way to effect a dramatic exposure, because if Peggy found Mabel to all appearances concealed, Peggy would scold her, and betray herself. "Pomander!" cried Vane, in great heat; then, checking himself, he said coolly: "but you all know Pomander." "None of you," replied that gentleman.
"What you take for simplicity is her refined art," replied Sir Charles. "No!" said Vane, "I never saw a more innocent creature!" Pomander laughed in his face; this laugh disconcerted him more than words; he spoke no more he sat pensive. He was sorry he had come to this place, where everybody knew his goddess; yet nobody admired, nobody loved, and, alas! nobody respected her.
"Madam, I don't understand your answer," said Sir Charles, stiffly. "I can't find you answers and understandings, too," was the lady-like reply. "You must beat my answer into your understanding while I beat this man's verse into mine. 'And like the birds, etc." Pomander recovered himself a little; he laughed with quiet insolence. "Tell me," said he, "do you really refuse?"
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