The Sorrows of Satan: or, The Strange Experience of One Geoffrey Tempest, Millionaire: A Romance
John Stuart Mill · en
Her Grace the Duchess of Rapidryder
is very fond of being tossed in a strong table-cloth between four
able-bodied gentlemen of good birth and discretion, before going to
bed o' nights,--she cannot very well appear on a music-hall stage
you know, owing to her exalted rank,--and this is a child-like,
pretty and harmless method of managing to show her legs, which she
rightly considers, are too shapely to be hidden. Lady Bouncer, whose
name I see in your list, always likes to cheat at cards,--I would
aid and abet her in her aim if I were you, as if she can only clear
her dressmaker's bill by her winnings at Willowsmere, she will bear
it in mind, and be a useful social friend to you. The Honourable
Miss Fitz-Gander who has a great reputation for virtue, is anxious,
for pressing and particular reasons, to marry Lord Noodles,--if you
can move on matters between them into a definite engagement of
marriage before her lady-mother returns from her duty-visits in
Scotland, you will be doing her a good turn, and saving society a
scandal. To amuse the men I suggest plenty of shooting, gambling,
and unlimited smoking. To entertain the Prince, do little,--for he
is clever enough to entertain himself privately with the folly and
humbug of those he sees around him, without actually sharing in the
petty comedy. He is a keen observer,--and must derive infinite
gratification from his constant study of men and manners, which is
sufficiently deep and searching to fit him for the occupation of
even the throne of England. I say 'even,' for at present, till
Time's great hour-glass turns, it is the grandest throne in the
world. The Prince reads, understands, and secretly laughs to scorn
the table-cloth vagaries of the Duchess of Rapidryder, the humours
of my Lady Bouncer and the nervous pruderies of the Honourable Miss
Fitz-Gander. And there is nothing he will appreciate so much in his
reception as a lack of toadyism, a sincere demeanour, an
unostentatious hospitality, a simplicity of speech, and a total
absence of affectation. Remember this, and take my advice for what
it is worth. Of all the Royalties at present flourishing on this
paltry planet, I have the greatest respect for the Prince of Wales,
and it is by reason of this very respect that I do not intend, on
this occasion at any rate, to thrust myself upon his notice. I shall
arrive at Willowsmere when your 'royal' festivities are over. My
homage to your fair spouse, the Lady Sibyl, and believe me,
Yours as long as you desire it
Lucio Rimânez.
I laughed over this letter and showed it to my wife, who did not laugh.
She read it through with a closeness of attention that somewhat
surprised me, and when she laid it down there was a strange look of pain
in her eyes.