Lucile By Owen Meredith [i.e. E. R. B. Lytton] |
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Lucile | ||
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From the hall, on a sudden, a sharp ring was heard.
In the passage without a quick footstep there stirr'd.
At the door knock'd the negress, and thrust in her head,
‘The Duke de Luvois had just enter'd,’ she said,
‘And insisted’—
In the passage without a quick footstep there stirr'd.
At the door knock'd the negress, and thrust in her head,
‘The Duke de Luvois had just enter'd,’ she said,
‘And insisted’—
‘The Duke!’ cried Lucile (as she spoke
The Duke's footsteps approaching a light echo woke).
‘Say I do not receive till the evening. Explain,’
As she glanced at Lord Alfred, she added again,
‘I have business of private importance.’
The Duke's footsteps approaching a light echo woke).
‘Say I do not receive till the evening. Explain,’
As she glanced at Lord Alfred, she added again,
‘I have business of private importance.’
There came
O'er Lord Alfred at once, at the sound of that name,
An invincible sense of vexation. He turn'd
To Lucile, and he fancied he faintly discern'd
On her face an indefinite look of confusion.
On his mind instantaneously flash'd the conclusion
That his presence had caused it.
O'er Lord Alfred at once, at the sound of that name,
An invincible sense of vexation. He turn'd
To Lucile, and he fancied he faintly discern'd
On her face an indefinite look of confusion.
On his mind instantaneously flash'd the conclusion
That his presence had caused it.
He said, with a sneer
Which he could not repress, ‘Let not me interfere
‘With the claims on your time, lady! when you are free
‘From more pleasant engagements, allow me to see
‘And to wait on you later.’
Which he could not repress, ‘Let not me interfere
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‘From more pleasant engagements, allow me to see
‘And to wait on you later.’
The words were not said
Ere he wish'd to recall them. He bitterly read
The mistake he had made in Lucile's flashing eye.
Inclining her head, as in haughty reply,
More reproachful perchance than all utter'd rebuke,
She said merely, resuming her seat, ‘Tell the Duke
‘He may enter.’
Ere he wish'd to recall them. He bitterly read
The mistake he had made in Lucile's flashing eye.
Inclining her head, as in haughty reply,
More reproachful perchance than all utter'd rebuke,
She said merely, resuming her seat, ‘Tell the Duke
‘He may enter.’
And vex'd with his own words and hers,
Alfred Vargrave bow'd low to Lucile de Nevers,
Pass'd the casement and enter'd the garden. Before
His shadow was fled the Duke stood at the door.
Alfred Vargrave bow'd low to Lucile de Nevers,
Pass'd the casement and enter'd the garden. Before
His shadow was fled the Duke stood at the door.
Lucile | ||