So at last he wrote--on that Sunday evening--
fixing a somewhat distant day for his visit to Hertford street. His note
was as follows:
"Lord Fawn presents his compliments to Lady Eustace. In accordance with
the wish expressed in Lady Eustace's two notes of the 23d instant and this
date, Lord Fawn will do himself the honour of waiting upon Lady Eustace on
Saturday next, March 3d, at 12, noon. Lord Fawn had thought that under
circumstances as they now exist, no further personal interview could lead
to the happiness of either party; but as Lady Eustace thinks otherwise, he
feels himself constrained to comply with her desire.
"SUNDAY EVENING, February 25, 18--."
"I am going to see her in the course of this week," he said, in answer to
a further question from Lady Glencora, who, chancing to meet him in
society, had again addressed him on the subject. He lacked the courage to
tell Lady Glencora to mind her own business and to allow him to do the
same. Had she been a little less great than she was, either as regarded
herself or her husband, he would have done so. But Lady Glencora was the
social queen of the party to which he belonged, and Mr.
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