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The yellow book: an illustrated quarterly — 1.1894

DOI Artikel:
James, Henry: The death of the lion
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By Henry James 43

him (I should hate it) in the place of others and makes him feel,
even against himself, their feelings, their appetites, their motives.
He's so beastly intelligent. Besides, the famous reading is still to
come off, and it has becn postponed a day, to allow Guy Walsing-
ham to arrive. It appears that this eminent lady is staying at a
house a few miles off, which means of course that Mrs. Wimbush
has forcibly annexed her. She's to come over in a day or two—
Mrs. Wimbush wants her to hear Mr Paraday.

" To-day's wet and cold, and several of the Company, at the
invitation of the Duke, have drivenover to luncheon at Bigwood.
I saw poor Paraday wedge himself, by command, into the little
supplementary seat of a brougham in which the Princess and our
hostess were already ensconced. If the front glass isn't open on
hisdear old back perhaps he'll survive. Bigwood, I believe, is very
grand and frigid, all marble and precedence, and I wish him well
out of the adventure. I can't teil you how much more and more
your attitude to him, in the midst of all this, shines out by contrast.
I never willingly talk to these people about him, but see what a
comfort I find it to scribble to you ! I appreciate it ; it keeps me
warm ; there are no fires in the house. Mrs. Wimbush goes by
the calendar, the temperature goes by the weather, the wcather
goes by God knows what, and the Princess is easily heated. I
have nothing but my acrimony to warm me, and have been out
under an umbrella to restore my circulation. Coming in an hour
ago, I found Lady Augusta Minch rummaging about the hall.
When I asked her what she was Iooking for she said she had
mislaid something that Mr. Paraday had lent her. I ascertained
in a moment that the article in question is a manuscript, and 1
have a foreboding that it's the noble morsel he read me six weeks
ago. When I expressed my surprise that he should have passed
about anything so precious (I happen to know it's bis gnly copy—

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