Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 2, 2025
"Aberton," said Vincent, in answer to my question, if he knew that aimable attache "Yes! a sort of man who, speaking of the English embassy, says we who sticks his best cards on his chimney-piece, and writes himself billets-doux from duchesses. A duodecimo of 'precious conceits, bound in calf-skin I know the man well; does he not dress decently, Pelham?"
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."
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.
Poor, antique little soul! but I will say nothing more about it, "'For who would be satirical Upon a thing so very small'" as the soul of the Baron de ?" Finding Lord Vincent so disposed to the biting mood, I immediately directed his rabies towards Mr. Aberton, for whom I had a most inexpressible contempt.
Aberton muttered to a fat, foolish Lord Luscombe, "What a damnation puppy," and every one, even to the old Madame de G s, looked at me six times as attentively as they had done before.
I was placed, at dinner, next to Miss Paulding, an elderly young lady, of some notoriety at Paris, very clever, very talkative, and very conceited. A young, pale, ill-natured looking man, sat on her left hand; this was Mr. Aberton, one of the attaches. "Dear me!" said Miss Paulding, "what a pretty chain that is of your's, Mr. Aberton."
The Duchess of H n passed by. "What a wonderfully beautiful woman," said Mr. Aberton. "Ay," answered Aberton, "but to my taste, the Duchesse de Perpignan is quite equal to her do you know her?" "No yes!" said Mr. Howard de Howard; "that is, not exactly not well;" an Englishman never owns that he does not know a duchess. "Hem!" said Mr. Aberton, thrusting his large hand through his lank light hair.
"Aberton," said Vincent, in answer to my question, if he knew that aimable attache "Yes! a sort of man who, speaking of the English embassy, says we who sticks his best cards on his chimney-piece, and writes himself billets-doux from duchesses. A duodecimo of 'precious conceits, bound in calf-skin I know the man well; does he not dress decently, Pelham?"
Aberton declared that I put my hair in papers, and the stuffed Sir Henry Millington said I was a thread-paper myself. One blamed my riding a second my dancing a third wondered how any woman could like me, and a fourth said that no woman ever could. On one point, however, all friends and foes were alike agreed; viz. that I was a consummate puppy, and excessively well satisfied with myself.
Poor, antique little soul! but I will say nothing more about it, "'For who would be satirical Upon a thing so very small' as the soul of the Baron de ?" Finding Lord Vincent so disposed to the biting mood, I immediately directed his rabies towards Mr. Aberton, for whom I had a most inexpressible contempt.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking