Chapter 1673 of 1964 · 60 words · ~1 min read

XLIV.

The circle smiled, then whispered, and then sneered; The misses bridled, and the matrons frowned; Some hoped things might not turn out as they feared; Some would not deem such women could be found; Some ne'er believed one half of what they heard; Some looked perplexed, and others looked profound: And several pitied with sincere regret Poor Lord Augustus Fitz-Plantagenet.