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A Lady of Quality | Frances Hodgson Burnett | |
Lord Twemlow's chaplain visits his patron's kinsman, and Mistress Clorinda shines on her birthday night |
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"Forsooth, I do not know," she retorted. "He may be here this very night among this company; and as it might be so, I go to don my modesty." And she bestowed on him a parting shot in the shape of one of her prettiest young fop waves of the hand, and was gone from him. * * * When the door closed behind her and Sir John Oxon returned to the table, for a while a sort of dulness fell upon the party. Not being of quick minds or sentiments, these country roisterers failed to understand the heavy cloud of spleen and lack of spirit they experienced, and as they filled their glasses and tossed off one bumper after another to cure it, they soon began again to laugh and fell into boisterous joking. They talked mostly, indeed, of their young playfellow, of whom they felt, in some indistinct manner, they were to be bereft; they rallied Sir Jeoffry, told stories of her childhood and made pictures of her budding beauties, comparing them with those of young ladies who were celebrated toasts. "She will sail among them like a royal frigate," said one; "and they will pale before her lustre as a tallow dip does before an illumination." The clock struck twelve before she returned to them. Just as the last stroke sounded the door was thrown open, and there she stood, a woman on each side of her, holding a large silver candelabra bright with wax tapers high above her, so that she was in a flood of light. |
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