If Lady Jane said he could not go, he could not, but something of his
better nature prompted him to say that he would pay the funeral
expenses. This, however, he kept from his wife, who, dismissing
Stoneleigh from her mind, resumed her daily routine of duties--baths at
seven, music in the park at eight, breakfast at ten, gossip till one,
sleeping till three, driving at four, dressing for dinner, dining at
six, and going to the casino in the evening. This was her life, while
the Hon. John bathed, and smoked, and read the newspapers, and called it
all a confounded bore, and wished himself at home, and thought not
unfrequently of Stoneleigh and what was to become of Bessie.
Meantime Neil was enjoying himself immensely. His mother had given him
plenty of money, and his companions and surroundings were most agreeable
to him. And still, he never for a moment swerved in his heart from
Bessie; that is, he never harbored the thought that she would not one
day be his wife, and he still hugged the delusion that he preferred
poverty with her to riches with any other woman in all the world.
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