Wanderings of a beauty : $b A tale of the real and the idealJames, Edwin, Mrs.
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Wanderings of a beauty : $b A tale of the real and the ideal
James, Edwin, Mrs.
English fiction -- 19th century
tact to speak on the popular side of each question, his fluency was
greatly appreciated, and he had thus acquired a higher reputation than
his (not first rate) talents perhaps merited. So the Times wondered
when he resigned his seat; and the Herald and other Tory papers were
open in their rather uncharitable surmises, as to the motives for so
sudden and untimely a retreat in the late M. P.
Sir Percy, having discovered our address at Galignani’s, lost no time in
paying his respects to Evelyn, and continued his visits from time to
time. Evelyn soon named him my adorer, and said it would not be such a
bad match; the baronet was of a good family, and reputed rich, though,
as some asserted, rich in debts alone. He had, at least, talent, and if
I did not object to his lack of personal beauty, and his fifty years,
she added, I might do worse than become Lady Montgomery. Ever occupied
with receiving and replying to D’Arcy’s frequent letters, or in reading,
talking and practising with Ella, my friend paid but slight attention to
a former admirer—for whom she had never felt even a passing gleam of
sympathy—until one day she received from him a rather melancholy letter;
making her in some sort a confidante, the writer threw out dark hints of
debts and difficulties which had exiled him from his native land, and
adverted mysteriously to envious political rivals, who were endeavoring
to work his ruin, and who had, alas! succeeded in putting a present stop
to a career which would have otherwise shortly ended in the Cabinet.
Much changed for the better, since her acquaintance with Philip D’Arcy,
and somewhat hurt and humiliated by the unexpected marriage of di
Balzano, our heroine opened her heart in pity for the baronet’s
misfortunes; had not she, too, suffered from envious tongues? had not
slander been to her as “the worm which never dieth?” Cruel, cruel world!
thou art indeed a hard master—offend against thy laws—break thy one
commandment “Thou shalt not be found out” and thou art utterly without
pity, even to the exclusion of all repentance;—cruel, cruel world! And
so Evelyn took compassion on the injured man, and invited him oftener,
and sympathized with his griefs, and was in every way kind to him. Thus
did circumstances favor his suit.
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