ffected a murmur.
She nodded 'Yes, yes,' and lifted eyes on my father. 'So you have not
given up going to church?'
He bent and spoke low.
She humphed her lips. 'Very well, I will see. It must be a night in
the early part of the week after next, then: I really don't know why I
should serve you; but I like your courage.'
'I cannot consent to accept your ladyship's favour on account of one
single virtue,' said he, drooping.
She waved him to move forward.
During this frothy dialogue, I could see that the ear of the assembly
had been caught by the sound of it.
'That,' my father informed me, 'is the great Lady Wilts. Now you will
notice a curious thing. Lady Wilts is not so old but that, as our Jorian
here says of her, she is marriageable. Hence, Richie, she is a queen to
make the masculine knee knock the ground. I fear the same is not to be
said of her rival, Lady Denewdney, whom our good Jorian compares to
an antiquated fledgeling emerging with effort from a nest of ill
construction and worse cement. She is rich, she is sharp, she uses her
quill; she is emphatically not marriageable. Bath might still accept her
as a rival queen, only she is always behindhand in seizing an occasion.
Now you will catch sight of her fan working in a minute. She is envious
and imitative. It would be undoubtedly better policy on her part
to continue to cut me: she cannot, she is beginning to rustle like
December's oaks. If Lady Wilts has me, why, she must. We refrain from
noticing her until we have turned twice. Ay, Richie, there is this use
in adversity; it teaches one to play sword and target with etiquette and
retenue better than any crowned king in Europe. For me now to cross to
her summons immediately would be a gross breach of homage to Lady Wilts,
who was inspired to be the first to break through the fence of scandal
environing me. But I must still show that I am independent. These people
must not suppose that I have to cling to a party. Let them take sides;
I am on fair terms with both the rivals. I show just such a nuance of a
distinction in my treatment of them just such--enough, I mean, to
make the flattered one warm to me, and t' other be jealous of her. Ay,
Richie, these things are trivial things beyond the grave; but here are
we, my boy; and, by the way, I suspect the great campaign of my life is
opening.'
Captain DeWitt said that if so it would be the tenth, to his certain
knowledge.
'Not great campaign!' my f
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