Ernest Maltravers — Volume 08 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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the building of new churches. The world shall not say Richard Templeton
does not deserve his greatness. I will--Come in. Who's there?--come in." The door gently opened--the meek face of the new peeress appeared. "I disturb you--I beg your pardon--I--" "Come in, my dear, come in--I want to talk to you--I want to talk to your ladyship--sit down, pray." Lady Vargrave obeyed. "You see," said the peer, crossing his legs, and caressing his left foot with both hands, while he see-sawed his stately person to and fro in his chair--"you see that the honour conferred upon me will make a great change in our mode of life, Mrs. Temple--I mean Lady Vargrave. This villa is all very well--my country house is not amiss for a country gentleman--but now we must support our rank. The landed estate I already possess will go with the title--go to Lumley--I shall buy another at my own disposal, one that I can feel /thoroughly mine/--it shall be a splendid place, Lady Vargrave." "This place is splendid to me," said Lady Vargrave, timidly. "This place--nonsense--you must learn loftier ideas, Lady Vargrave; you are young, you can easily contract new habits, more, easily, perhaps, than myself. You are naturally ladylike, though I say it--you have good taste, you don't talk much, you don't show your ignorance--quite right. You must be presented at court, Lady Vargrave--we must give great dinners, Lady Vargrave. Balls are sinful, so is the opera, at least I |
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