The Sorrows of Satan: or, The Strange Experience of One Geoffrey Tempest, Millionaire: A Romance
John Stuart Mill · en
I assented sympathetically; and realising that a house holding such a
figure of living death within it must of necessity be more or less
gloomy and depressing to a young and vigorous nature, I lost no
opportunity of giving Lady Sibyl whatever slight pleasures were in my
power to procure, for her distraction and entertainment. Costly flowers,
boxes for the opera and 'first nights' at the play,--every sort of
attention that a man can pay to a woman without being considered
officious or intrusive I offered, and was not repulsed. Everything
progressed well and favourably towards the easy attainment of my
wishes,--I had no difficulties, no troubles of any kind,--and I
voluntarily led a life of selfishly absorbed personal gratification,
being commended and encouraged therein by a whole host of flatterers and
interested acquaintances. Willowsmere Court was mine, and every
newspaper in the kingdom had commented on the purchase, in either
servile or spiteful paragraphs. My lawyers had warmly congratulated me
on the possession of so admirable a property which they, in strict
accordance with what they conceived to be their duty, had personally
inspected and approved. The place was now in the hands of a firm of
decorators and furnishers, recommended by Rimânez, and it was expected
to be in perfect order for my habitation in early summer, at which time
I purposed entertaining a large house-party of more or less
distinguished people.
Meantime, what I had once considered would be the great event of my
life, took place,--namely the publication of my book. Trumpeted forth by
the most heraldic advertisements, it was at last launched on the
uncertain and fluctuating tide of public favour, and special 'advance'
copies were sent to the office of every magazine and journal in London.
The day after this was done, Lucio, as I now familiarly called him, came
in to my room with a mysterious and mischievous air.
"Geoffrey," he said--"I'm going to lend you five hundred pounds!"
I looked up with a smile.
"What for?"
He held out a cheque towards me. Glancing at it I saw that the sum he
mentioned was filled in and endorsed with his signature, but that the
name of the person to whom the money was to be made payable, had not yet
been written.
"Well? What does it mean?"