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Will your lordship make use of that or of this here, which is o'juss." His lordship stared, made no answer; looked foolish; and Mr Mortimer placed some soup before him. "Lord Babbleton takes soup," said Mr Smith, pompously; and the little right honourable supped soup, much to Mrs Turnbull's satisfaction. "Madame, do you soup? or do you fish?" "Merci, no soup poisson."
"Don't be afraid, madame; we've a French cook: you won't be poisoned here," replied Mrs Turnbull, rather annoyed. "Comment, my chere madame, I meant to say dat I prefer de cod." "Mr T, some soup for Madame. John, a clean plate for Lord Babbleton. What will your lordship condescend to make use of now?"
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.
"All," replied the patronizing dowager. "I like to encourage the poor people here; I've no notion of being proud because one has a title, Lady Arriett." "No," rejoined the worthy helpmate of Sir Lionel Garrett; "every body talks of your condescension, Lady Babbleton; but are you not afraid of letting yourself down by going every where?"
"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.
A variety of French liqueurs were handed about, and praised by most of the company. Mr Turnbull, however, ordered a glass of brandy as a settler. "Oh! Mr Turnbull, I've such an 'eadache!" After that the party became very dull. Lord Babbleton fell asleep on the sofa. Mr Peters walked round the room, admiring the pictures, and asking the names of the masters.
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