The face certainly reminded him of—now who the deuce was it? The only question was as to the disposition of Miss Dibbs toward me. Gone toward Dill's farm, sir. It was an invitation for a few days ahead; there could certainly have been no hurry for it to arrive that night. The story may be true or untrue, but I must remark that Jack always had rather a weakness for representing himself on terms of condescending intimacy with the nobility and even greater folk. No harm is done to you--I'm a man of honor--but I'm ruined. We had seen little of him the last week; save when he was construing he had taken refuge in his own room. The path diverging to the latter route comes very soon after you leave the Sterlings', and not a word had passed when Mrs.
The girl looked at me for a moment. My admirable friend Miss Pamela was severe. Mortimer had never been so looked after, cosseted, and comforted for his early start as the next morning, nor the children found their mother so patient and affectionate. He gazed at the servant--at me--at the girl in blue. I almost thought I saw him shiver.
Then he rose, brushed himself with his hands, and slunk quickly from the bank. I sprang out of bed and looked out of the window. What's that got to do with it? I drew him aside, and took a ten-franc piece from my pocket. Pamela's face broke slowly into an answering smile. I should certainly have succeeded in my enterprise, and been at this moment the husband of one of the most beautiful girls in England, but for a very curious and unfortunate circumstance, which placed me in an unfavorable light in Mary's eyes.
Mortimer wore the curious, half-indifferent, half-expectant air of one ready for recognition, but not claiming it as a right. He did not; and it is my belief that, throughout the events which I have recorded, he retained, and that he still retains, the conviction that Miss Liston's interest in him was purely literary and artistic, and that she devoted herself to his society simply because he offered an interesting problem and an inspiring theme. A long protestation might have meant nothing: in this short, sufficient negative Mrs. Mortimer was within an ace of a burst of tears. I longed to show her how truly I returned her love, and I rejoiced that there need be no tedious preliminaries. The woman was so ignorant that she may really have thought that my birth was not equal to her daughter's; but all the world knows that the Munns were yeomen two hundred years ago, and that her Grace's family hails from a stucco villa in the neighborhood of Cardiff. Even in the dim light I saw a frown on his face.
Pamela, I allowed, was exactly the heroine Miss Liston loved--haughty, capricious, difficile, but sound and true at heart I was mentally skimming Volume I. Her husband was to dine in town that night, and, for sheer protection, she made Maudie Sinclair come and share her evening meal. While they were still a long way off, Mrs. She put on her gloves slowly and buttoned them carefully. Before he apprehended, she had to give him a significant glance; she gave it in dread of Maudie's eyes. Johnnie, noticing nothing, whistled unconcernedly. Anthony Hope However, at present we don't possess any information about the actual designer Anthony Hope.
Read Frivolous Cupid, free online version of the book by Anthony Hope, on ReadCentral. Neither life nor the lawn-tennis club was so full at Natterley that the news of Harry Sterling's return had not some importance. While they were still a long way off, Mrs. The faintest of blushes tinged Mrs. Remembering old Mortimer and the babies, he had thought of her as full middle-aged. He righted himself to his full stature and, from that stooping, kissed her on the lips.
Either from impatience of this topic, or because, after all, tennis was not to be neglected, he left her, and she sat alone for a little while, watching him play. She was obliged to treat his arrival as unimportant, and invited him to have a glass of wine. She seemed to succeed to some extent, for he let his father and her husband go off together, and sat down by her on the bench, regardless of the fact that the Vicarage girls were waiting for him to make a fourth. She wrote and told Mrs. Mortimer wore the curious, half-indifferent, half-expectant air of one ready for recognition, but not claiming it as a right. He received the suggestion without surprise, and without any attempt at disclaiming fitness for the purpose; but he received it as a matter which entailed a responsibility on him.
I amused myself by constructing a fancy-born love of Pyrrha's for her social superior, and if he had been one of ourselves, I should have seen no absurdity. Mortimer made no difficulty either, but Mrs. And presently, through the stillness of the summer night, came the strangest, saddest sound; catching my ear as it drifted across the meadow. He would not have believed me, and would have done precisely what he proceeded to do, and that was to afford Miss Liston every chance of appraising his character and plumbing the depths of his soul. Remembering old Mortimer and the babies, he had thought of her as full middle-aged. Mortimer's cheek as she chid herself for forgetting this obvious fact. .
Jack Dexter, however, had not spoken, and it was only in response to a direct appeal that he related the following story. I hardly remembered you, you know. Therefore, you will see the original copyright references, library stamps as most of these works have been housed in our most important libraries around the world , and other notations in the work. I slipped downstairs, bolted a cup of tea, seized a piece of toast, and followed Smugg. Or, if he were not bad enough for that, only suppose he should be carried away into carelessness about it! English novelist and playwright 1863-1933.