[Paul Clifford Complete by Edward Bulwer-Lytton]@TWC D-Link bookPaul Clifford Complete CHAPTER IX 9/39
Nay, I thought delay so dangerous, after the cursed paragraph, that a day might unmask me, and it would be better therefore not to lose an hour in finishing the play of 'The Stranger' with the farce of 'The Honey Moon.' Behold me then at Lord A-----'s, leading off Lady Margaret to the dance.
Behold me whispering the sweetest of things in her ear.
Imagine her approving my suit, and gently chiding me for talking of Gretna Green.
Conceive all this, my dear fellow, and just at the height of my triumph, dilate the eyes of your imagination, and behold the stately form of Lord A-----, my noble host, marching up to me, while a voice that, though low and quiet as an evening breeze, made my heart sink into my shoes, said, 'I believe, sir, you have received no invitation from Lady A----- ?' "Not a word could I utter, Paul,--not a word.
Had it been the highroad instead of a ballroom, I could have talked loudly enough; but I was under a spell.
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