Beauchamp's Career — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 730 pages of information about Beauchamp's Career — Complete.

Beauchamp's Career — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 730 pages of information about Beauchamp's Career — Complete.

Lord Palmet concluded by asking Beauchamp what he was doing and whither going.

Beauchamp proposed to him maliciously, as one of our hereditary legislators, to come and see something of canvassing.  Lord Palmet had no objection.  ‘Capital opportunity for a review of their women,’ he remarked.

’I map the places for pretty women in England; some parts of Norfolk, and a spot or two in Cumberland and Wales, and the island over there, I know thoroughly.  Those Jutes have turned out some splendid fair women.  Devonshire’s worth a tour.  My man Davis is in charge of my team, and he drives to Itchincope from Washwater station.  I am independent; I ’ll have an hour with you.  Do you think much of the women here?’

Beauchamp had not noticed them.

Palmet observed that he should not have noticed anything else.

‘But you are qualifying for the Upper House,’ Beauchamp said in the tone of an encomium.

Palmet accepted the statement.  ’Though I shall never care to figure before peeresses,’ he said.  ’I can’t tell you why.  There’s a heavy sprinkling of the old bird among them.  It isn’t that.  There’s too much plumage; I think it must be that.  A cloud of millinery shoots me off a mile from a woman.  In my opinion, witches are the only ones for wearing jewels without chilling the feminine atmosphere about them.  Fellows think differently.’  Lord Palmet waved a hand expressive of purely amiable tolerance, for this question upon the most important topic of human affairs was deep, and no judgement should be hasty in settling it.  ’I’m peculiar,’ he resumed.  ’A rose and a string of pearls:  a woman who goes beyond that’s in danger of petrifying herself and her fellow man.  Two women in Paris, last winter, set us on fire with pale thin gold ornaments—­neck, wrists, ears, ruche, skirts, all in a flutter, and so were you.  But you felt witchcraft.  “The magical Orient,” Vivian Ducie called the blonde, and the dark beauty, “Young Endor."’

‘Her name?’ said Beauchamp.

’A marquise; I forget her name.  The other was Countess Rastaglione; you must have heard of her; a towering witch, an empress, Helen of Troy; though Ducie would have it the brunette was Queen of Paris.  For French taste, if you like.’

Countess Rastaglione was a lady enamelled on the scroll of Fame.  ’Did you see them together?’ said Beauchamp.  ‘They weren’t together?’

Palmet looked at him and laughed.  ’You’re yourself again, are you?  Go to Paris in January, and cut out the Frenchmen.’

‘Answer me, Palmet:  they weren’t in couples?’

‘I fancy not.  It was luck to meet them, so they couldn’t have been.’

‘Did you dance with either of them?’

Unable to state accurately that he had, Palmet cried, ’Oh! for dancing, the Frenchwoman beat the Italian.’

‘Did you see her often—­more than once?’

’My dear fellow, I went everywhere to see her:  balls, theatres, promenades, rides, churches.’

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