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Chapter 11

           Dositdown,won’tyou?"—thenturningherprettyheadcoquettishlytowardsherhost—"Makethemsitdown,LordElton—Ihatetoseemenstanding.Thesuperiorsex,youknow!Besidesyou’resotall,"sheadded,glancingwithunconcealedadmirationatLucio’shandsomefaceandfigure,"thatit’slikepeeringupanapple-treeatthemoontolookatyou!"

           Luciolaughedheartily,andseatedhimselfnearher—Ifollowedhisexample;theoldEarlstillkepthisposition,legsa-straddle,onthehearth-rug,andbeamedbenevolenceuponusall.CertainlyDianaChesneywasacaptivatingcreature;oneofthosesurface-cleverAmericanwomenwhodistinctlydivertmen’smindswithoutintheleastrousingtheirpassions.

           "Soyou’rethefamousMrTempest?"shesaid,surveyingmecritically—"Why,it’ssimplysplendidforyouisn’tit?Ialwayssayit’snousehavingaheapofmoneyunlessyou’reyoung—ifyou’reold,youonlywantittofillyourdoctor’spocketswhilehetriestomendyourpoortuckered-outconstitution.Ionceknewanoldladywhowasleftalegacyofahundredthousandpoundswhenshewasninety-five.Poorolddear,shecriedoverit.Shejusthadsenseenoughtounderstandwhatagoodtimeshecouldn’thave.Shelivedinbed,andheronlyluxurywasahalfpennybundippedinmilkforhertea.Itwasallshecaredfor."

           "Ahundredthousandpoundswouldgoalongwayinbuns!"Isaidsmiling.

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