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He was a statesman, and some of his brilliant powers were inherited by his children but they have not come so far down as me. In 1840, his daughter, Miss Beaufain " I laid my hand right on his shoulder. "Don't you do it, John Mayrant!" I cried. "Don't you tell me that. Last night I caught myself saying that instead of my prayers."
"'What can you expect? said Miss Beaufain; 'we're descended from the English." "But I suppose you will tell me that your Northern beauties can easily outmatch such wit." I hastened to disclaim any such pretension; and having expressed my appreciation of the anecdote, I moved to the door as the stately lady resumed her embroidery. My hostess had a last word for me.
Just ring the bell once more, and then we'll go. I fancy Julia I fancy Mrs. Weguelin St. Michael has run out to stare at the Northern steam yacht in the harbor. It would be just like her. This house is historic itself. Shabby enough now, to be sure! 'What can you expect? said Miss Beaufain; 'we're descended from the English. Mrs. St. Michael is out, and the servant has gone home.
"Yes, I ought to have foreseen it." "Foreseen ?" I didn't at once catch the inference. "All my aunts and cousins have been talking to you." "Oh, Miss Beaufain and the Earl of Mainridge! Well, but it's quite worth " "Knowing by heart!" he broke in with new merriment. I kept on. "Why not? They tell those things everywhere where they're so lucky as to possess them! It's a flawless specimen."
But you really must excuse us about Miss Beaufain, and all that sort of thing. I see it, because I'm of the new generation, since the war, and well, I've been to other places, too. But Aunt Eliza, and all of them, you know, can't see it. And I wouldn't have them, either! So I don't ever attempt to explain to them that the world has to go on.
'What can you expect? said Miss Beaufain; 'we're descended from the English. I am very sorry for Maria for Mrs. St. Michael just at present. Her young cousin, John Mayrant, is making an alliance deeply vexatious to her. Do you happen to know Miss Hortense Rieppe?" I had never heard of her. "No? She has been North lately. I thought you might have met her.
"You'll never get it!" he declared. "It's the Republican party whose daughters marry them." I rocked with enjoyment where I sat; he was so refreshing. And I agreed with him so well. "You're every bit as good as Miss Beaufain," I cried. "Oh, no; oh, no!
He received, also, the visit of a deputation from Purrysburgh, consisting of the Honorable Hector Berenger de Beaufain and M. Tisley Dechillon, a patrician of Berne, with several other Swiss gentlemen, to congratulate his return, and acquaint him with the condition of their settlement.
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