Piccadilly: A Fragment of Contemporary BiographyOliphant, Laurence
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Piccadilly: A Fragment of Contemporary Biography
Oliphant, Laurence
Piccadilly (London, England) -- Fiction
"Well, really," I replied, "if you ask me that question honestly, I must
wait till I know what 'it' is; perhaps you would have been better
without--'it.'"
"I assure you, Frank, one of the uppermost feelings in my mind is that
of relief. I fully appreciate the warm-hearted generosity which has
prompted you to take so much interest in my affairs; but when it was all
over between you and Ursula, my conscience would not allow me to let you
make pecuniary sacrifices on so large a scale for my sake. When Broadhem
told me that you had determined to persevere in your munificence,
notwithstanding Ursula's most inexplicable conduct, I made up my mind at
once to adopt a course which, I am happy to say, not merely my sense of
propriety but my feelings told me was the right one. I must therefore
relieve you from all further anxiety about my business matters. You
have, I think, still got some papers of mine, which you may return to
me; and I will see that my solicitor not only releases you from any
engagements which you may have entered into for me, but will repay those
sums which you have so kindly advanced on my account already."
There was a tone of triumph pervading this speech which clearly meant,
"Now we are quits. I don't forget the time when you drank my
'pick-me-up' first, and biologised me afterwards. And this is my
revenge."
I must say I looked at Lady Broadhem with a certain feeling of
admiration. She was a woman made up of "forces." Last night passionate
and intemperate under the influence of the society she had called round
her: to-day calm and wily, using her advantages of situation with a
judgment and a moderation worthy of a great strategist. She is only
arrogant and insolent in the hour of disaster; but she can conquer
magnanimously. I assumed an air of the deepest regret and
disappointment. "Of course, Lady Broadhem, any change in your
circumstances which makes you independent, even of your friends, must be
agreeable to you; but I cannot say how deeply disappointed I feel that
my labour of love is over, and that I shall no longer have the pleasure
of spending my resources in a cause so precious to me." The last words
almost stuck in my throat; but I wanted to overdo it, to see the effect.
"My dear Frank," she said, laughing, and her eyes would have twinkled
had they not become too watery from age, "I shall never make you out; I
am so stupid at reading character, and I suppose so dull altogether,
that sometimes I am not sure when you're joking and when you are in
earnest. Now I want you seriously to answer me truly one question, not
as people of the world, you know, making pledges to each other, but as
old friends, as we are, who may dispense with mystery." She held out her
hand with an air of charming candour. "Tell me," she said, as she
pressed mine,--"tell me honestly, what could possibly have been your
motive in being prepared to go on sacrificing your fortune for me when
you had no chance of Ursula?"
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