Lady Barbarina, The Siege of London, An International Episode, and Other TalesJames, Henry
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Lady Barbarina, The Siege of London, An International Episode, and Other Tales
James, Henry
England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Europe -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
through the British capital. Littlemore had then reported that Mrs.
Headway was enchanted with Lady Demesne and had no words to speak of her
kindness and sweetness. “She told me she liked to know her son’s
friends, and I told her I liked to know my friends’ mothers,” dear Nancy
had reported. “I should be willing to be old if I could be like that,”
she had added, forgetting for the moment that the crown of the maturer
charm dangled before her at a diminishing distance. The mother and son,
at any rate, had retired to Cannes together, and at this moment
Littlemore had received letters from home which caused him to start for
Arizona. Mrs. Headway had accordingly been left to her own devices, and
he was afraid she had bored herself, though Mrs. Bagshaw had called upon
her. In November she had travelled to Italy, not by way of Cannes.
“What do you suppose she’s up to in Rome?” Waterville had asked; his
imagination failing him here, as he was not yet in possession of that
passage.
“I haven’t the least idea. And I don’t care!” Littlemore had added in a
moment. Before leaving London he had further mentioned that Mrs.
Headway, on his going to take leave of her in Paris, had made another and
rather an unexpected attack. “About the society business—she said I must
really do something: she couldn’t go on that way. And she appealed to me
in the name—I don’t think I quite know how to say it.”
“I should be ever so glad if you’d try,” Waterville had earnestly said,
constantly reminding himself that Americans in Europe were after all, in
a degree, to a man in his position, as the sheep to the shepherd.
“Well, in the name of the affection we had formerly entertained for each
other.”
“The affection?”
“So she was good enough to call it. But I deny it all. If one had to
have an affection for every woman one used to sit up ‘evenings’ with—!”
And Littlemore had paused, not defining the result of such an obligation.
Waterville had tried to imagine what it would be; while his friend had
embarked for New York without telling him how, in the event, he had
resisted Mrs. Headway’s attack.
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