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Stanhope most dreaded to leave Lady Delacour's house and all its advantages. As to Sir Philip Baddely, Belinda never thought of him from the moment she read her aunt's letter, till after she had left her ladyship; her mind was firmly decided upon this subject; yet she could not help fearing that her aunt would not understand her reasons, or approve her conduct. She wrote to Mrs.
With the assistance of Belinda's portfolio and her harp, and the good-humour and sprightliness of Lady Delacour's wit, his lordship got through the evening much to his own satisfaction. He played on the flute, he told the story of Studley's original Titian, and he detected a fault that had escaped Mr. Percival in the perspective of Miss Portman's sketch of Fountain's Abbey.
As soon as they got to Lady Singleton's, Lady Delacour and Miss Portman immediately went up stairs to exchange dresses. Poor Belinda, now that she felt herself in spirits to undertake the comic muse, was rather vexed to be obliged to give up her becoming character; but there was no resisting the polite energy of Lady Delacour's vanity.
Luttridge and Harriot Freke were mentioned. If I can turn the course of Lady Delacour's mind, thought she, or catch her attention, perhaps she will recover herself. "Here is a message to you, my dear Lady Delacour," cried she, "from my aunt Stanhope, about about Mrs. Luttridge." Miss Portman's hand trembled as she turned over the pages of the letter.
Vincent obtruded itself with such force, that it could not be resisted. From Dr. X he thought he could obtain full information, and he hastened immediately to town. When he got to Clifford-street, he found that the doctor was not at home; his servant said, he might probably be met with at Mrs. Margaret Delacour's, as he usually finished his morning rounds at her house. Thither Mr.
The man had by this time fallen into a swoon; they extricated him as fast as possible, and Doctor X had him brought to Lady Delacour's, in order that the surgeon, who was there, might see his leg. As they were carrying him across the hall, Belinda met them.
I am not too proud to give positive proofs of my speaking truth; the key of that room now lies on Lady Delacour's bed it was that which she grasped in her hand during her delirium she has now let it fall it opens both the doors of the boudoir you shall see," added Miss Portman, with a smile, "that I am not afraid to let you unlock either of them." "As a polite man," said Dr.
Percival, "no more wit at Lady Delacour's expense: I have a fellow-feeling for Mr. Hervey." "Why, you are not in love with her ladyship, are you?" said Dr. X . "I am not in love with Lady Delacour's picture of herself," replied Mr. Percival, "but I was once in love with the original." "How? When?
Hervey was about this time less assiduous than formerly in his visits at Lady Delacour's; Sir Philip was there every day, and often for Miss Portman's entertainment exerted himself so far as to tell the news of the town.
"If there were no Clarence Herveys, there would be no Lady Delacours." Clarence bowed as if he had received a high compliment the old lady walked away to an antechamber, fanning herself with great energy. "Mrs. Margaret Delacour," said Lady Anne, in a low voice to Hervey, "is an aunt of Lord Delacour's. A woman whose heart is warmer than her temper."
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