Chapter 3
At half-past twelve day Lord Henry Wotton strolled from Curzon Street over to the Albany to call on his uncle, Lord Fermor, a genial if somewhat rough-mannered old bachelor, whom the outside world called selfish because it derived no particular be from him, but who was sidered generous by Society as he fed the people who amused him. His father had been our ambassador at Madrid when Isabella was young and Prim unthought of, but had retired from the diplomatic servi a caprioment of annoyan not being offered the Embassy at Paris, a post to which he sidered that he was fully entitled by reason of his birth, his indolehe good English of his dispatches, and his inordinate passion for pleasure. The son, who had been his fathers secretary, had resigned along with his chief, somewhat foolishly as was thought at the time, and on succeeding some months later to the title, had set himself to the serious study of the great aristocratic art of doing absolu……（内容加载失败！）
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