This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1862 edition. Excerpt: ...was time to retire to the drawing-room. When Bella, fitting on her gloves, telegraphed sailing orders to Mrs. Bullingdon, and that lady rising from amidst her draperies, shook out a cloud of canvas, and forged majestically a-head, she would have liked to indulge in one backward glance as she departed; ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1862 edition. Excerpt: ...was time to retire to the drawing-room. When Bella, fitting on her gloves, telegraphed sailing orders to Mrs. Bullingdon, and that lady rising from amidst her draperies, shook out a cloud of canvas, and forged majestically a-head, she would have liked to indulge in one backward glance as she departed; but for that very reason be sure she avoided anything of the kind, or she would not have been Ada Latimer. Bella had no such scruples. Besides, she was the last of the convoy. So she shot a Parthian shaft at John Gordon, unfortunately lost on its object, who was at that moment reaching over for the grapes, and obeying his host's injunction to "close in." Warned by Actwon's fate, we do not presume to follow the ladies to their bower. Rather let us remain and discuss the magnum of claret which circulates so rapidly under the Alderman's auspices. Fresh, fragrant, and blushing, like the cup of youth, to be quaffed as greedily. to ebb as quickly, and to leave at last nothing but an empty bottle! Bullingdon liked good claret: so do 1. He drank it in large quantities, and expatiated between-whiles on his preserves at Bullingdon Butts, and the diflerent projectiles with which he made war upon the feathered race. He mentioned from what a small particle of shot a woodcock might meet its death; and the conversation becoming general, turned upon the tenacity of life in diiferent natures, and at last upon the easiest method of quitting it for the human subject. Hitherto the oneeyed man had preserved unbroken silence, sticking like a leech, nevertheless, to a bottle of rare old port. This, however, was a topic with which he was familiar. and he stated his opinion without hesitation. "Bleeding 's easiest for grown...
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