Guy Boothby

“ The night that Bassidge bade farewell to Dives’ Park the “Divinity” received a terrible wigging, and cried herself to sleep with a photo and bundle of billets-doux under her pillow. She asserted that “her Charley” was not a “pauper” and a “nobody,” and she said she “would rather die than give him up!”
The new secretary proved to be a little sandy-haired man, who wore spectacles, and confined his attention solely to his blue books, being wise enough to leave female society alone. Her ladyship satisfied herself that he was not dangerous, and for a month things went smoothly. ”

“ THE GREAT DIVES’ ELOPEMENT.
By GUY BOOTHBY
If truly her you love, and she loves you,
But Death, sad sir, can plighted hearts undo.
True love sublime no obstacles appal,
And grim old Time pulls constant lovers through.
Who daring climb and much enduring crawl.
Never despair, let foul or fair befall.
All shall be well, if both your hearts be true,
For Love he mocks at locks and locksmiths all.
George John Cayley. ”

“ C. G. Bassidge, who before had declined every invitation he received, suddenly became a great votary of fashion, religiously attending every society gathering in the hope, I suppose, of meeting with his lady love. The consequence was that Sir John, Lady and Miss Dives were invariably conspicuous by their absence. Every day the warfare grew more and more bitter, and we outsiders wondered how it all would end. As might be expected, public sympathy was entirely with the lovers, and to my knowledge Mr. Charles Grenville Bassidge had more than one offer of assistance. ”