The Sorrows of Satan: or, The Strange Experience of One Geoffrey Tempest, Millionaire: A RomanceCorelli, Marie
Philosophy
The Sorrows of Satan: or, The Strange Experience of One Geoffrey Tempest, Millionaire: A Romance
Corelli, Marie
Devil -- Fiction; Didactic fiction; Great Britain -- Fiction; Millionaires -- Fiction; Religious fiction
"Wouldn't it just!" and the fair Diana laughed--"But I guess _you'll_
want something a little more substantial for your cash Mr Tempest! A
fortune in the prime of life is worth having. I suppose you're one of
the richest men about just now, aren't you?"
She put the question in a perfectly naïve frank manner and seemed to be
unconscious of any undue inquisitiveness in it.
"I may be one of the richest,"--I replied, and as I spoke the thought
flashed suddenly across me how recently I had been one of the
poorest!--"But my friend here, the prince, is far richer than I."
"Is that so!" and she stared straight at Lucio, who met her gaze with an
indulgent, half satirical smile--"Well now! I guess Pa's no better than
a sort of pauper after all! Why, you must have the world at your feet!"
"Pretty much so,"--replied Lucio composedly--"But then, my dear Miss
Chesney, the world is so very easily brought to one's feet. Surely _you_
know that?"
And he emphasized the words by an expressive look of his fine eyes.
"I guess you mean compliments,"--she replied unconcernedly--"I don't
like them as a rule, but I'll forgive you this once!"
"Do!" said Lucio, with one of his dazzling smiles that caused her to
stop for a moment in her voluble chatter and observe him with mingled
fascination and wonderment.
"And you too are young, like Mr Tempest,"--she resumed presently.
"Pardon me!" interrupted Lucio--"I am many years older."
"Really!" exclaimed Lord Elton at this juncture--"You don't look it,
does he Charlotte?"
Miss Fitzroy thus appealed to, raised her elegant tortoise-shell-framed
glasses to her eyes and peered critically at us both.
"I should imagine the prince to be slightly the senior of Mr
Tempest"--she remarked in precise high-bred accents--"But only very
slightly."
"Anyhow," resumed Miss Chesney "you're young enough, to enjoy your
wealth aren't you?"
"Young enough, or old enough;--just as you please;"--said Lucio with a
careless shrug--"But as it happens--I do _not_ enjoy it!"
Miss Chesney's whole aspect now expressed the most lively astonishment.
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