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"Sir?" "Do you know the Duchess of Camberhurst well?" "Know her, sir?" repeated the Bo'sun, giving a dubious pull at his starboard whisker; "why, Mr. Beverley, sir, there's two things as I knows on, as no man never did know on, nor never will know on, and one on 'em's a ship and t' other's a woman." "But do you know her well enough to like and trust?" "Why, Mr.
"Yes, sir, long enough to teach me I love the country better than I thought." "You are sufficiently dissipated, I trust?" "I endeavour to be, sir. Her Grace of Camberhurst shakes her head over me, though I do my best " "Does it require so great an effort?" "Somewhat, sir. You see, I find dissipation a particularly wearisome business." "Wearisome, Nephew? You surprise me!"
In a word, Barnabas had attained even unto the World of Fashion. "Gad, Beverley! how the deuce did y' do it?" "Do what, Marquis?" "Charm the Serpent! Tame the Dragon!" "Dragon?" "Make such a conquest of her Graceless Grace of Camberhurst, my great-aunt? I didn't know you were even acquainted, how long have you known her?" "About an hour," said Barnabas. "Eh an hour?
And now, the "Galloping Countryman" found himself famous, and, being so, made the further, sudden discovery that all men were his "warmest friends," nay, even among the gentler sex this obtained, for the most dragon-like dowagers, the haughtiest matrons, became infinitely gracious; noble fathers were familiarly jocose; the proudest beauties wore, for him, their most bewitching airs, since as well as being famous, he was known to be one of the wealthiest young men about town; moreover His Royal Highness had deigned to notice him, and Her Grace of Camberhurst was his professed friend.
"Yes, sir, all great folk from Lon'on, besides country folk o' quality, to meet the Duchess o' Camberhurst, and she's the greatest of 'em all. Lord! There's enough blue blood among 'em to float a Seventy-four. Nat'rally, the Cap'n wanted to keep a good offing to windward of 'em.
The latest sensation, I believe, is Cossack Trousers, have you tried 'em yet? But to come to my mutton, as the Mounseers say. The Duchess of Camberhurst, having honored my house with her presence and consequently set it in an uproar, I am constantly running foul of her, though more often she is falling aboard of me.
So saying, she gave him her hand, and as Barnabas stooped to kiss those small, white fingers, she looked down at his curly head with such an expression as surely few had ever seen within the eyes of this ancient, childless woman, her Grace of Camberhurst. "Now Giant!" she called, as Barnabas turned towards Cleone, "come here, Giant, and promise me to take care of Mr. Beverley."
But hardly had Peterby left the room with this message, than the door opened again and her Grace of Camberhurst appeared, who, catching sight of Barnabas sitting up shock-headed among his pillows, uttered a little, glad cry and hurried to him.
"Sir, she came here the same night that you were shot, and she brought Her Grace of Camberhurst with her." "Yes, John?" "And they remained here until today to nurse you, sir." "Did they, John?" "They took turns to be with you day and night, sir. But it was only my Lady Cleone who could soothe your delirious ravings, she seemed to have a magic "
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