Scheherazade: a London night's entertainmentWarden, Florence
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Scheherazade: a London night's entertainment
Warden, Florence
English fiction -- 19th century
A curious incident occurred at this point. There was an instant’s
perfect silence in the room. George was standing with his back to the
door of Mr. Angelo’s private office. No sound was audible but the
nervous scraping of Mr. Smith’s feet on the carpet, and a subdued
clearing of the throat from Mr. Angelo. The young husband was too
passionately excited to take note of either face, and both partners
kept their eyes carefully lowered as if they heard the outburst under
protest. Yet in the pause, without any conscious reason, George turned
suddenly and saw against the glass upper panel of the door, the
outline of a woman’s bonnet, with a small plume of feathers on the
left side. He turned again immediately and faced the lawyers with an
entire change of manner. Feeling a strong conviction now that he had a
larger and a more important audience than he had imagined, with a
flash of self-command he controlled his anger, and spoke in a firm,
clear, earnest voice, each word ringing out as if he were giving a
solemn command.
“Perhaps,” he said, “I am judging too harshly. I mustn’t blame any one
for loving unwisely; I haven’t yet shown that I can love wisely
myself. But I wish Madame di Valdestillas to know--I beg you to let
her know--that I have taken upon myself, with all solemnity before
God, the duty she was not herself able to fulfil, of cherishing Nouna
and shielding her with the influence of a home. I ask you also to beg
her not to send Nouna any more costly presents, like the diamonds
Rahas brought; they only make the poor child long for a chance to show
them off, and it will be years and years before I can put her in a
position to wear them without being ridiculous. I’m sure if Madame di
Valdestillas were to know that, she loves her child much too well not
to see that I am right.”
George paused, keeping quite still. For a moment there was no sound at
all, and both the lawyers refrained from looking at him. At last with
a gentle cough, to intimate that he had well weighed this speech and
that he expected as much weight to be given to his answer, Mr. Angelo
answered:
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