Lord Ormont and His Aminta — Volume 2 by George Meredith
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May: so I have to get at it."
"She may be seen there." "Really a contrast, when you two are together! As to reputation, there is an exchange of colours. Those lawyers hold the keys of the great world, and a naughty world it is, I fear--with exceptions, who are the salt, but don't taste so much. I can't help enjoying the people at Mrs. Lawrence Finchley's. I like to feel I can amuse them, as they do me. One puzzles for what they say--in somebody's absence, I mean. They must take Lord Ormont for a perfect sphinx; unless they are so silly as to think they may despise him, or suppose him indifferent. Oh, that upper class! It's a garden, and we can't help pushing to enter it; and fair flowers, indeed, but serpents too, like the tropics. It tries us more than anything else in the world--well, just as good eating tries the constitution. He ought to know it and feel it, and give his wife all the protection of his name, instead of--not that he denies: I have brought him to that point; he cannot deny it with me. But not to present her--to shun the Court; not to introduce her to his family, to appear ashamed of her! My darling Aminta, a month of absence for reflection on your legally-wedded husband's conduct increases my astonishment. For usually men old enough to be the grandfathers of their wives--" "Oh, pray, aunty, pray, pray!" Aminta cried, and her body writhed. "No more to-night. You mean well, I am sure. Let us wait. I shall sleep, perhaps, if I go to bed early. I dare say I am spiritless--not worth more than I get. I gave him the lead altogether; he keeps it. In everything else he is kind; I have all the luxuries--enough to loathe them. Kiss me and say good night." |
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