"
"I accept your courteous dismissal, madam," said Pomander, grinding his
teeth. "I will send a carpenter for your swain. And I leave you."
He bowed to the ground.
"Thanks for the double favor, good Sir Charles."
She courtesied to the floor.
Feminine vengeance! He had come between her and her love. All very
clever, Mrs. Actress; but was it wise?
"I am revenged," thought Mrs. Woffington, with a little feminine smirk.
"I will be revenged," vowed Pomander, clinching his teeth.
CHAPTER VII.
COMPARE a November day with a May day. They are not more unlike than a
beautiful woman in company with a man she is indifferent to or averse,
and the same woman with the man of her heart by her side.
At sight of Mr. Vane, all her coldness and _nonchalance_ gave way to a
gentle complacency; and when she spoke to him, her voice, so clear and
cutting in the late _assaut d'armes,_ sank of its own accord into the
most tender, delicious tone imaginable.
Mr. Vane and she made love. He pleased her, and she desired to please
him. My reader knows her wit, her _finesse,_ her fluency; but he cannot
conceive how god-like was her way of making love. I can put a few of the
corpses of her words upon paper, but where are the heavenly tones--now
calm and convincing, now soft and melancholy, now thrilling with
tenderness, now glowing with the fiery eloquence of passion? She told him
that she knew the map of his face; that for some days past he had been
subject to an influence adverse to her.
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