Mrs. Lessingham had not passed a season in London for several years.
When, at the end of April, she took this house, there came to live with
her the widow and daughter of a man of letters who had died in poverty.
She had known the Delphs in Paris, in the days when Cecily was with her
and in the winter just past she had come upon Irene Delph copying at
the Louvre; the girl showed a good deal of talent but was hard beset by
the difficulty of living whilst she worked. In the spirit of her
generous brother, Mrs. Lessingham persuaded the two to come and live
with her through the season; a room in the house was a studio for
Irene, who took to portraits. Mrs. Delph, a timid woman whose nerves
had failed under her misfortunes, did not appear on formal occasions
like the present, but Irene was becoming an ornament of the
drawing-room. To be sure, but for her good looks and her artistic
aptitude, she would not have been here-no reason, perhaps, for stinted
praise of her friend's generosity.
An enjoyable thing to see Mrs. Lessingham in conversation with one of
her French guests. She threw off full fifteen years, and looked thirty
at most. Her handsome features had a vivid play of expression in
harmony with the language she was speaking; her eyes were radiant as
she phrased a thought which in English would have required many words
for the--blunting of its point. M. Silvenoire, who--with the slight
disadvantage of knowing no tongue but his own--was making a study of
English social life, found himself at ease this evening for the first
time since he had been in London. Encouraged to talk his best, he
frankly and amusingly told Mrs. Lessingham of the ideas he had formed
regarding conversation in the drawing-rooms of English ladies.
"Civilization is spreading among us," she replied, with a laugh. "Once
or twice it has been my privilege to introduce young Frenchmen, who
were studying our language, to English families abroad, and in those
cases I privately recommended to them a careful study of Anthony
Trollope's novels, that they might learn what is permissible in
conversation and what is not. But here and there in London you will
find it possible to discuss things that interest reasonable beings."
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