London (England) -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
She hesitated a moment, and then she replied, laughing, and not in the
least offended at his question, though it was an attempt to put her in
the wrong from which Hyacinth had not been able to refrain, in his
astonishment at these ascetic pretensions, “I have sent him away many
times!”
Lady Aurora had also got up: she stood there gazing at her beautiful
fellow-visitor with a timidity which made her wonder only more
apparent. “Your servants must be awfully fond of you,” she said.
“Oh, my servants!” murmured the Princess, as if it were only by a
stretch of the meaning of the word that she could be said to enjoy the
ministrations of menials. Her manner seemed to imply that she had a
charwoman for an hour a day. Hyacinth caught the tone, and determined
that since she was going, as it appeared, he would break off his own
visit and accompany her. He had flattered himself, at the end of three
weeks of Medley, that he knew her in every phase, but here was a field
of freshness. She turned to Paul Muniment and put out her hand to him,
and while he took it in his own his face was visited by the most
beautiful eyes that had ever rested there. “Will you come and see me,
one of these days?” she asked, with a voice as sweet and clear as her
glance.
Hyacinth waited for Paul’s answer with an emotion that could only be
accounted for by his affectionate sympathy, the manner in which he had
spoken of him to the Princess and which he wished him to justify, the
interest he had in his appearing, completely, the fine fellow he
believed him. Muniment neither stammered nor blushed; he held himself
straight, and looked back at his interlocutress with an eye almost as
crystalline as her own. Then, by way of answer, he inquired, “Well,
madam, pray what good will it do me?” And the tone of the words was so
humorous and kindly, and so instinct with a plain manly sense, that
though they were not gallant Hyacinth was not ashamed for him. At the
same moment he observed that Lady Aurora was watching their friend as
if she had at least an equal stake in what he might say.
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