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"Hem could one do anything, do you think, in that quarter?" "I should think one might, with a tolerable person!" answered the spectral secretary, looking down at a pair of most shadowy supporters. "Pray," said Aberton, "what do you think of Miss ? they say she is an heiress." "Think of her!" said the secretary, who was as poor as he was thin, "why, I have thought of her!"
She supplied the place of the dilapidated baronet with a most superbly mustachioed German. "Who," said I, to Madame D'Anville, "are those pretty girls in white, talking with such eagerness to Mr. Aberton and Lord Luscombe?" "What!" said the Frenchwoman, "have you been ten days at Paris and not been introduced to the Miss Carltons?
Aberton, was running up the Rue St. Honore yesterday in order to catch him." "Running!" cried I, "just like common people when were you or I ever seen running?" Aberton,'said I; 'don't you see him running after his shadow? But the pride of the lean thing is so amusing! They then proceeded to be exceedingly disloyal. Mr.
"Now," thought I, as I approached her, "let us see if we cannot eclipse Mr. Aberton." All love-making is just the same, and, therefore, I shall spare the reader my conversation that evening. When he recollects that it was Henry Pelham who was the gallant, I am persuaded that he will be pretty certain as to the success.
Aberton, with three or four other men; with that glaring good-breeding, so peculiar to the English, he instantly directed their eyes towards me in one mingled and concentrated stare. "N'importe," thought I, "they must be devilish clever fellows if they can find a single fault either in my horse or myself."
"Really," I answered, "I have only been once out in your streets, at least a pied, since my arrival, and then I was nearly perishing for want of help." "What do you mean?" said Madame D'Anville. "Why, I fell into that intersecting stream which you call a kennel, and I a river. Pray, Mr. Aberton, what do you think I did in that dangerous dilemma?"
Aberton turned, and so did I our eyes met his fell well they might, after his courteous epithet to my name; however, I had far too good an opinion of myself to care one straw about his; besides, at that moment, I was wholly lost in my surprise and pleasure, in finding that this Duchesse de Perpignan was no other than my acquaintance of the morning. She caught my gaze and smiled as she bowed.
"They say, that fool Pelham makes up to her." "I should not imagine that was true," said the secretary; "he is so occupied with Madame D'Anville." "Pooh!" said Aberton, dictatorially, "she never had any thing to say to him." "Why are you so sure?" said Mr. Howard de Howard. "Why? because he never showed any notes from her, or ever even said he had a liaison with her himself!"
If you have made his acquaintance, my dear Pelham, I advise you most soberly to look to yourself, for if he doth not steal, beg, or borrow of you, Mr. Howard de Howard will grow fat, and even Mr. Aberton cease to be a fool. And now, most noble Pelham, farewell. Il est plus aise d'etre sage pour les autres que de l'etre pour soi-meme."
What can any one, but a man of business, who has nine hours for his counting-house and one for his dinner, ever possibly want to know the time for? Miss Paulding opened her eyes, and Mr. Aberton his mouth. "What do you think of our streets?" said the old, yet still animated Madame de G s. "You will not find them, I fear, so agreeable for walking as the trottoirs in London."
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