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But while his eyes were still lingeringly fixed on Cecilia, Lady Glenalvon advanced, naturally in right of rank and the claim of old acquaintance, the first of the three to greet him. "Alas, my dear Sir Peter! time does not stand still for any of us; but what matter, if it leaves pleasant footprints?
And if she does, she will rival that pink and perfection of polished womanhood, Lady Glenalvon. I send you back my portmanteau. I have pretty well exhausted my experience-money, but have not yet encroached on my monthly allowance. I mean still to live upon that, eking it out, if necessary, by the sweat of my brow or brains.
LADY GLENALVON. "I own, my dear, dear Cecilia, that I arrange myself at last on the side of your father. How earnestly at one time I had hoped that Kenelm Chillingly might woo and win the bride that seemed to me most fitted to adorn and to cheer his life, I need not say.
Sir Peter was pleased with this reply, and drew his chair nearer to Cecilia's. Lady Glenalvon, charmed to bring those two together, soon rose and took leave. Sir Peter remained nearly an hour talking chiefly with Cecilia, who won her way into his heart with extraordinary ease; and he did not quit the house till he had engaged her father, Mrs.
My Tom Bowles is a muscular Christian, who became no less muscular, but much more Christian, after he was licked." And in this pleasant manner these two oddities settled their conference, and went up to bed with arms wrapped round each other's shoulder. KENELM found it a much harder matter to win Lady Glenalvon to his side than he had anticipated.
"For my part," said Lady Glenalvon, in conciliatory accents, "I think every able man in Parliament is a gain to the country; and he may not serve his country less effectively because he does not boast of his love for it. The politicians I dread most are those so rampant in France nowadays, the bawling patriots.
"Miss Travers," said Kenelm, "I entreat you to add to the list of your acquaintances a cousin of mine, Mr. Chillingly Gordon." While Gordon addressed to Cecilia the well-bred conventionalisms with which acquaintance in London drawing-rooms usually commences, Kenelm, obedient to a sign from Lady Glenalvon, who had just re-entered the room, quitted his seat, and joined the marchioness.
"I am prepared to follow Lady Glenalvon wherever she deigns to lead me, except to the altar with another." THE rooms were now full, not overcrowded, but full, and it was rarely even in that house that so many distinguished persons were collected together.
Heaven bless him and and " She would have added, "his bride," but her lips refused to utter the word bride. "Cousin Gordon is worth ten of him," cried Lady Glenalvon, indignantly. She had served Kenelm, but she had not forgiven him. KENELM slept in London that night, and, the next day, being singularly fine for an English summer, he resolved to go to Moleswich on foot.
While the kinsmen thus conversed, Lady Glenalvon had seated herself on the couch beside Kenelm, and was quietly observing his countenance. Now she spoke. "My dear Mr. Mivers, you will have many opportunities of talking with Kenelm; do not grudge me five minutes' talk with him now." "I leave your ladyship alone in your hermitage. How all the men in this assembly will envy the hermit!"
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