Anthony Hope,
The Wheel of Love — Chapter 7
(1906)
“ On the contrary, Charlie smiled. He glanced at his companion. He glanced behind him and round him. Then, drilling his deep design into the semblance of an uncontrollable impulse, he seized Dora’s hand in his and, before she could stir, kissed her cheek.She leapt to her feet.“How dare you?” she cried.“How could I help it?”“I’ll never speak to you again. No gentleman would have—oh, I do hope you’re ashamed of yourself!” ”
Anthony Hope,
The Wheel of Love — Chapter 7
(1906)
“ Sir Roger had chartered a cab and gone for a drive on the boulevards.“And we shall really be in Paris to-morrow night?” said Dora. “And in England, I hope, six-and-thirty hours afterwards. I want papa to cross the next evening. Mr. Ellerton, I believe we shall be in time.”Charlie said nothing. He seemed to be engrossed by the magnificent view before him.“Well? Have you nothing to say?” she asked.“It’s a sin to rush through a place like this,” he observed. “We ought to stay a week. There’s no end to see. It’s an education!” ”
Anthony Hope,
The Wheel of Love — Chapter 7
(1906)
“ Sir Roger loyally carried out his bargain. Lady Deane was hurried on, leaving Marseilles, with its varied types of humanity and its profound social significance, practically unexplored; Arles and Amphitheatre, in spite of the beckoning “star,” were dropped out of the programme, and the next day found the party at Avignon. And now they were once more for a moment in harmony. Dora could spare twenty-four hours; Lady Deane and the General were mollified by conscious unselfishness; the prospect of a fresh struggle at Paris lay well in the background and was discreetly ignored ”
