She is only “Maid of Kent!!!”
IV. Portentosum Mare.
An agitation which I have never felt before seems to seize upon me.
The further we go, the more it increases.
The young English sportmans, with the cynical indifference of the patrician, contemplates my sufferings, and lights his cigar. Is it that he calls that “solidarity”?
Two blonde misses with their papa—oligarch, fat, and without sympathy—sit near me. They talk to each other freely. At times they laugh. I laugh not, I!
Nor would they laugh, spoilt infants of Fashion, if I were to express the ideas that are struggling in my bosom—if I were to show them all that is within me!
V. After Convulsion, Despair.
I have shown them all that was within me.
They have moved away—it was a prudent step.