Artists -- Fiction; England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; London (England) -- Fiction
"Well, I really think I may say it is. It is far inferior to the
original in beauty, of course; but I think I have preserved her most
delicate features."
"Just so. Her hair is of that peculiar colour, and her eyes a curious
violet, eh?"
"Yes."
"This sketch gives one the notion of a tall woman with a full figure."
"Yes; she is taller than I, and her figure is thoroughly rounded and
graceful."
"Ye-es; a very charming sketch, Miss Maurice; and your friend must be
very lovely if she at all resembles it."
Shortly after, when Mr. Algy Barford had taken his leave, he stopped on
the flags in St. Barnabas Square, thus soliloquising: "All right, my
dear old boy, my dear old Algy! it's coming on fast--a little sooner
than you thought; but that's no matter. Colney Hatch, my dear boy, and
a padded room looking out over the railway. That's it; that's your
hotel, dear boy! If you ever drank, it might be _del. trem_., and would
pass off; but you don't. No, no; to see twice within six months, first
the woman herself; and then the portrait of the woman--just married and
known to credible witnesses--whom you have firmly believed to be lying
in Kensal Green! Colney Hatch, dear old boy; that is the apartment, and
nothing else!"
CHAPTER IX.
MR. AMPTHILL'S WILL.
The acquaintance between Margaret and Annie, which commenced so
auspiciously, scarcely ripened into intimacy. When Lady Beauport's
neuralgia passed away,--and her convalescence was much hurried by the
near approach of a specially-grand entertainment given in honour of
certain Serene Transparencies then visiting London,--she found that she
could not spare Miss Maurice to go so long a distance, to be absent
from her and her work for such a length of time. As to calling at Elm
Lodge in person, Lady Beauport never gave the project another thought.
With the neuralgia had passed away her desire to see that "pretty young
person," Mrs. Geoffrey Ludlow; and in sending her card by Annie, Lady
Beauport thought she had more than fulfilled any promises and vows of
politeness which might have been made by her son in her name.
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