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"Won't your lordship walk to the fire? Isn't your lordship cold? I hope your lordship's sty is better in your lordship's eye. Allow me to introduce to your lordship's notice Mr and Mrs Peters Madame and Mounsheer Tagleebue Mr and Mrs Drummond, the Right Honourable Lord Viscount Babbleton." As for Mr Turnbull and myself, we were left out as unworthy of introduction.
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.
The ladies sauntered about the room, looking at the contents of the tables, Mrs Peters occasionally talking of Petercumb Hall; Mr Smith played at patience in one corner; while Mr Turnbull and Mr Drummond sat in another in close conversation; and the lady of the house divided her attentions, running from one to the other, and requesting them not to talk so loud as to awake the Right Honourable Lord Viscount Babbleton.
"Oh," answered the countess, "I admit very few into my set, at home, but I go out promiscuously;" and then, looking at me, she said, in a whisper, to Lady Harriett, "Who is that nice young gentleman?" "Mr. Pelham," replied Lady Harriett; and, turning to me, formally introduced us to each other. "Only her son," said I. "Dear me," replied Lady Babbleton, "how odd; what a nice elegant woman she is!
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?"
"God bless me, Pelham," said he, "how delighted I am to see you. Lady Harriett, here' your old favourite, Mr. Pelham." Lady Harriet was all smiles and pleasure. "Give me your arm," said she; "I must go and speak to Lady Babbleton odious woman!" "Do, my dear Lady Harriett," said I, "explain to me what Lady Babbleton was?" "Why she was a milliner, and took in the late lord, who was an idiot.
"O, Mr T, I've such an 'eadache?" "So you may have," replied Mr T, sitting down doggedly. In the meantime Mr Smith entered, leading Lord Babbleton, a boy of twelve or thirteen years old, shy, awkward, red-haired, and ugly, to whom Mr Smith was tutor.
Pelham?" continued the countess, whose thoughts wandered from subject to subject in the most rudderless manner. "No, Lady Babbleton, I was unfortunately at a less distinguished place." "What was that?" "Paris!" "Oh, indeed! I've never been abroad; I don't think persons of a certain rank should leave England; they should stay at home and encourage their own manufactories."
Pelham?" continued the countess, whose thoughts wandered from subject to subject in the most rudderless manner. "No, Lady Babbleton, I was unfortunately at a less distinguished place." "What was that?" "Paris!" "Oh, indeed! I've never been abroad; I don't think persons of a certain rank should leave England; they should stay at home and encourage their own manufactories."
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."
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