Piccadilly: A Fragment of Contemporary BiographyOliphant, Laurence
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Piccadilly: A Fragment of Contemporary Biography
Oliphant, Laurence
Piccadilly (London, England) -- Fiction
here, we shall not qualify ourselves for the other one to come. Depend
upon it, we are all a great deal too comfortable to be safe.
"Lord Frank," said Lady Broadhem while Joseph was emptying the vase and
pocketing the contents, and the rest of the world was beginning to
circulate, "had I known that your object in coming here this evening was
to insult my guests, I certainly should not have asked you."
"You do me an injustice, Lady Broadhem," I said. "Nothing was further
from my purpose when I came here this evening than to have said
anything. I supposed by your sending me the card that you wanted to see
me, and came; but my conscience would not allow me to remain silent
under the circumstances."
"Nothing can justify such conduct," said her ladyship, more angry than I
had ever seen her. "I cannot say how truly grateful I am that it is all
at an end between you and Ursula;" and Lady Broadhem shuddered at the
idea of having exhibited myself as I had done, if I had been her
son-in-law.
"It was to show you what an escape you had made, and reconcile you to
the disappointment, that I expressed my sentiments so strongly," I said
maliciously. All my better nature seemed to leave me as I found myself
involved in a fresh encounter with this woman, who certainly possesses
the art of raising my devil beyond any one I ever met.
"I can't talk to you now," said Lady Broadhem, who did not wish to be
too manifestly discovered without her Christian spirit, though there was
not much of it left in anybody in the room. "I see Mr Beevy coming this
way, and to avoid any unpleasantness you had better not stay any longer
just now. Come to-morrow at twelve;" and she intercepted the missionary
as he was advancing towards me with a somewhat truculent air. All this
time I had seen, but not had an opportunity of exchanging a word with
Ursula, who occupied an obscure corner, and seemed anxious to attract as
little notice as possible. I made my way to her now. She looked careworn
and nervous.
"I am afraid your remarks do not seem to have given satisfaction, Lord
Frank," she said; "and if I may venture to say so, I think you might
have said what you did in language less calculated to give offence. I
quite agreed with you in the main, but do you think you will do good by
thrusting truths home with little ceremony?"
"I caught the habit from the class I was attacking, I suppose. They
seldom realise the harm they do by their disagreeable mode of
inculcating precepts they don't practise, and they never get preached
to, though they listen to sermons twice every Sunday."
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