There was a pause; Constance would not reply, she would scarcely listen.
“And do you feel no excitement, Percy, in the hum and bustle—the lights, the pomp of your native city?”
“Yes; I am in the mart where all enjoyment may be purchased.”
“Ah, fie!”
Godolphin drew his cloak round him, and put up the window.
“These cursed east winds!”
Very true—they are the curse of the country!
The carriage stopped at the stately portico of Erpingham House. Godolphin felt a little humiliated at being indebted to another—to a woman, for so splendid a tenement; but Constance, not penetrating into this sentiment, hastened up the broad stairs, and said, pointing to a door that led to her boudoir,
“In that room cabinets have been formed and shaken.”
Godolphin laughed; he was alive only to the vanity of the boast, because he shared not the enthusiasm; this was Constance’s weak point: her dark eye flashed fire.