The Sorrows of Satan: or, The Strange Experience of One Geoffrey Tempest, Millionaire: A Romance
John Stuart Mill · en
In the dining-room I found an elegant repast prepared, which rather
surprised me, as I had given no orders, having indeed forgotten to do
so. Lucio however had, it appeared, not forgotten, and an advance
telegram from him had placed certain caterers at Leamington on their
mettle, with the result that we sat down to a feast as delicate and
luxurious as any two epicures could desire.
"Now I want you to do me a favour, Geoffrey,"--said Lucio, during our
luncheon--"You will scarcely need to reside here till after your
marriage; you have too many engagements in town. You spoke of
entertaining a big house-party down here,--I wouldn't do that if I were
you,--it isn't worth while. You would have to get in a staff of
servants, and leave them all afterwards to their own devices while you
are on your honeymoon. This is what I propose,--give a grand fête here
in honour of your betrothal to Lady Sibyl, in May--and let me be the
master of the revels!"
I was in the mood to agree to anything,--moreover the idea seemed an
excellent one. I said so and Rimânez went on quickly--
"You understand of course, that if I undertake to do a thing I always do
it thoroughly, and brook no interference with my plans. Now as your
marriage will be the signal for our parting,--at any rate for a time,--I
should like to show my appreciation of your friendship, by organizing a
brilliant affair of the kind I suggest,--and if you will leave it all to
me, I guarantee you shall hold such a fête as has never been seen or
known in England. And it will be a personal satisfaction to me if you
consent to my proposal."
"My dear fellow--" I answered--"Of course I consent--willingly! I give
you _carte blanche_,--do as you like; do all you like! It is most
friendly and kind of you! But when are we to make this sensation?"
"You are to be married in June?" he asked.
"Yes,--in the second week of the month."
"Very well. The fête shall be held on the twenty-second of May,--that
will give society time to recover from the effect of one burst of
splendour in order to be ready for another,--namely the wedding. Now we
need not talk of this any more--it is settled,--the rest devolves on me.
We've got three or four hours to spare before we take the train back to
town,--suppose we take a saunter through the grounds?"