England -- Social life and customs -- 20th century -- Fiction; Mate selection -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
Rivaulx, who had come in with Gordon on his return from seeing his
mother in Paris, was very proud of himself.
"A year ago I should not have had the courage to show myself with a
Jew," said Rivaulx, triumphantly. "Lady, dear lady, I thought I should
have died when I asked him to dinner. But now I like him. He is
wonderful. When he says ’buy,’ I buy, and heigh, presto! the shares go
up like my balloon. And when he says ’sell,’ I sell, and they go down
like a barometer when you go up. Oh, yes, and all your aristocracy
admire him. I saw seven great lords with him the other day, and they
said: ’What company am I to be a director of, Gordon?’ and he said he’d
ask his clerk. But I have refused to be a director. I should not like
_maman_ to know I know him. She is very dreadful against Jews, owing to
the _affaire_ in France."
And that was the celebrated afternoon that Penelope, who found that she
was doing good in every way to all mankind by obliterating all class and
professional jealousies, raised passion and curiosity to its highest
point by saying, with the sweetest blush:
"Very well, then, I promise to marry one of you!"
*CHAPTER V.*
Penelope was the swan, and all her relations were the ducks. The noise
they made was simply unendurable. For, besides Titania, she had cousins
and other aunts, or people who were in the position of aunts, and she
had friends who had been friends of her mother, and they came down on
her like the Assyrian. They objected to publicity, especially for other
people, and for a young woman to become a public character was something
worse than immorality. Nothing but Penelope’s entire singleness of
character and her humourous want of humour enabled her to meet and
overcome them. And even she felt at times that flight was the only thing
left. She sent to her solicitor for a list of all the houses and
mansions and castles that she owned, and she took her motor-car and her
pet chauffeur, and, having borrowed Bob from his grandmother, she set
off on a tour. She disappeared for a week at a time. Then she
disappeared for two weeks. She was even lost for a month.
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