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Voila tout!" "Perfectly satisfactory," replied I. "Or, short and sweet, as Lady Babbleton would say," replied Lady Harriett, laughing. "In antithesis to her daughters, who are long and sour." "About four hours and a half!" "Then you don't know any of the lions here?" "None." "Well, let me dispatch Lady Babbleton, and I'll then devote myself to being your nomenclator."
Madame Tagliabue, upon what pretence I know not, was considered the first lady in the room, and Lord Babbleton was requested by Mrs Turnbull to hand her down. Madame rose, took his lordship's hand, and led him away.
Meanwhile Lady Babbleton and her two daughters swept up the room, bowing and nodding to the riven ranks on each side, who made their salutations with the most profound respect. I wondered greatly who and what they were.
This was not accomplished until the lady had taken possession of a sofa, which she filled most comfortably. Who these people were, and how they lived, I never could find out: they came in a fly from Brentford. Another announcement. "My Lord Babbleton and Mr Smith coming up." "Mr T, pray go down and receive his lordship. "I'll be hanged if I do," replied Mr Turnbull; "let the servants light him."
We walked up to Lady Babbleton, who had already disposed of her daughters, and was sitting in solitary dignity at the end of the room. "My dear Lady Babbleton," cried Lady Harriett, taking both the hands of the dowager, "I am so glad to see you, and how well you are looking; and your charming daughters, how are they? sweet girls! and how long have you been here?"
Pelham, may confine her circle as much as she pleases; but the high rank of Lady Babbleton requires greater condescension; just as the Dukes of Sussex and Gloucester go to many places where you and I would not." "Very true!" said the innocent dowager; "and that's a very sensible remark! Were you at Bath last winter, Mr.
We walked up to Lady Babbleton, who had already disposed of her daughters, and was sitting in solitary dignity at the end of the room. "My dear Lady Babbleton," cried Lady Harriett, taking both the hands of the dowager, "I am so glad to see you, and how well you are looking; and your charming daughters, how are they? sweet girls! and how long have you been here?"
I think it's a duty we owe to society, Lady Arriett, to encourage morality by our own example. What else do we have rank for?" And, so saying, the counter countess drew herself up with a most edifying air of moral dignity. Lady Harriett looked at me, and perceiving that my eye said "go on," as plain as eye could possibly speak, she continued "Which of the wells do you attend, Lady Babbleton?"
"Mrs Peters, there's a wolley went o' weaters. Will you make use of some? Mrs Drummond, will you try the dish coming round? It is let me see chew farsy. My Lord Babbleton, I 'ope the lamb's to your liking? Monshere Tagliabue William, give Monshere a clean plate. What will you take next?" "Vraiment, madame, tout est excellent, superbe!
Oh, dear! here's a great favourite of mine coming this way Mr. Ritson! do you know him; shall I introduce you?" "God forbid!" exclaimed I frightened out of my wits, and my manners. "Come, Lady Harriett, let us rejoin Sir Lionel;" and, "swift at the word," Lady Harriett retook my arm, nodded her adieu to Lady Babbleton, and withdrew with me to an obscurer part of the room.
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