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"You have taken your first step towards us, Miss Vernon. I congratulate you on being a Liberal-Conservative," exclaimed Sir Tilton, gleefully. "Ah! I should not have named my flying spirit," said Vaura, laughingly. "No, that's where you were weak, dear," said her uncle, "you forgot your party." "The carriage is waiting, sir," said the Colonel's man.
"Still, I am sure, they suit each other better than most married people." "What a queer world it is," remarked Vaura; "even ma chere godmother is rather cynical as regards the happiness of most married lives. What is the reason of it all? Is it that man who, as Charles Reade says, is 'born to hunt something, is no longer happy when the chase is over. And woman, what of her?
"Flashes of light and warm tints in a golden summer sky versus evening in her red robes sinking to the west," said Trevalyon, pressing Vaura to his side as they follow their companions. "One for you, Sir Lionel," cried la petite looking over her shoulder. And Lionel bends his handsome head down to the fair woman whose face is unturned to his.
Had Lionel made atonement by marriage, all would have been forgiven; but he has dared to please himself, and so they at the first chance pelt their idol." "Their idol, yes," said Vaura, musingly; "could this falsehood be the invention of some disappointed woman who has taken for her motto the words of Honorius, that 'there is a sweeter strain than that of grief-revenge, that drowns it."
It was the lightning express, and there was no other stopping place until they reach the village of Haughton, Here they stayed just long enough to allow the Hall people to make a speedy exit. "Some of the spice of variety we were to look for," said Vaura, in an undertone. "Oui, ma chere, and I am sure we are both prepared not to be astonished at the seasoning, no matter what shape it may take."
Here Lionel passed them on his return from the boudoir of Madame, where he had been since Vaura was taken from him, and Del Castello had left him; he heard part of Vaura's remark, and seeing Sir Tilton's downcast attitude, took in the situation at a glance; and as he passed with a grave smile to Vaura and a pressure of his hand on the crushed rose and violets at his breast, he mentally observed:
"Only for his day," said Vaura; "'twas too long a look till Octave Feuillet; he should have asked Lynceus to give a glance." "The Cyclops might have lent him an eye," said Bertram. "Are you always as indifferent to the stars of the stage Captain?" enquired Mrs. Wingfield, as she gently puffed away her delicate cigarette.
"You are looking charming, ma chere," said Lady Esmondet, whom Vaura met in the hall. "Thank you, dear, your eyes are partial, I fear." "No, no, not as you imply."
"I suppose Robert is still at Oxford?" said Lady Esmondet. "No, at Rome; by the way, you and Vaura will see him; he is incumbent of St. Augustine's." "You should have heard," said Douglas, eagerly, "the pitched battles he and I fought at vacation over the vexed question of High and Low Church.
Lionel thought: "Shall I ever call her wife, and when I come in have a right to take these two dear hands in mine and press them to my heart as I bend down to kiss her sweet mouth." He said, "Bonjour, ladies fair. I have come to see how you are feeling after the revels of the past night." "And to refresh your own poor tired self with a cup of coffee," answered Vaura, handing him one.
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