Devereux, Book IV.

irected towards Lord Bolingbroke, who, with his usual dignified and consummate grace of ma

my Lord, what a panoply of smiles the Duchess wears to-night, and how triumphan

osite to him, and who was talking with great and evidently joyous vivacity to a tall, thin man, beside her, directed her attention, and that of her whole party, in a fixed and concentrated stare, to the imperilled mi

re spoken, "you managed that well! No reproach is like t

that my conduct receives the grave sup

Wharton. But, in sober earnest, I have sat long enough with you to terrify all my friends, and must now sho

Whig after the Tory: it would be as trying to one's assurance a

n which one triumphs? and a change in whic

s sentiments for a man like you, to whom the hopes of two great parti

since my miserable fortune made me marry at fourteen, and cease to be aught but a wed

oin us, eh?" said Bolingbroke. "No, we have other eng

opponents of L

sappeared, and a minute afterwards was seate

probability will only be the most singular. An obstinate man is sure of doing well; a wavering or a whimsical one (which is the same t

, "she has only just come to town. 'Tis s

at quick, restless eye seems to h

(Trefusis loved a coarse anecdote) "of her answer to old Madame de Noailles, who made exactly the same remark to her. 'Do you call

who is that very small, deformed man b

ven though the tall gentleman in black, who in vain endeavours to win her attentions, is thought the handsomest gallant in London? Ah, Genius is paid by smiles from all females but Fortune; little, methinks, does that young poet, in his first intoxication of flattery and fame, guess what a lot of contest and strife is in

x, and bespoke a play for the next week; leaning then on my arm, he left the theatre. We hastened to his home, p