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'I must be gone! said Lord Clonbrony, pulling out his watch. 'It is time to go to my club; and poor Terry will wonder what has become of me. Lord Colambre instantly offered to accompany his father; much to Lord Clonbrony's, and more to Miss Nugent's surprise. 'What! said she to herself, 'after so long an absence, leave me!
He saw the doubting expression of Lady Clonbrony's countenance hope in the face of his son and niece. "My dear, dear Lady Clonbrony, make us all happy by one word," said he, kissing her. "You never kissed me so since we left Ireland before," said Lady Clonbrony. "Well, since it must be so, let us go," said she.
Upon this hint, Lady Clonbrony's hope revived; and, staying her anger, she began to consider how she could manage to get herself invited. Refreshing tickets were left next morning at Lady St.
'Mr. Soho, there is your money! 'My Lord Colambre! I would give the contents of three such bills to be sure of such noblemanly conduct as yours. Lady Clonbrony's furniture shall be safely packed, without costing her a farthing. With the help of Mr.
Broadhurst sat plump with her back to them, pursing up her lips, and contracting her brows in token of deep calculation, looking down impenetrable at her cards, never even noticing Lady Clonbrony's glances, but inquiring from her partner, 'How many they were by honours? The young party generally consisted of Miss Broadhurst, Lord Colambre, Miss Nugent, and her admirer, Mr. Salisbury. Mr.
Perhaps his vexation was increased by his consciousness that there was some mixture of truth in their sarcasms. He was sensible that his mother, in some points her manners, for instance was obvious to ridicule and satire. In Lady Clonbrony's address there was a mixture of constraint, affectation, and indecision, unusual in a person of her birth, rank, and knowledge of the world.
Who'll listen to that in a court of justice, do you think? 'I don't know, plase your honour; but this I'm sure of, my lord and Miss Nugent, though but a child at the time, God bless her! who was by when my lord wrote it with his pencil, will remember it. 'Miss Nugent! what can she know of business? What has she to do with the management of my Lord Clonbrony's estate, pray?
Lord Clonbrony was at the open carriage-door, kneeling on the step, and receiving Lady Clonbrony's 'more last words' for Mr. Soho. The two waiting-maids stood together on the steps. 'Look at our young lord, how he stands, whispered Mrs. le Maistre to Anne, 'the image of despair! And she, the picture of death! I don't know what to think. 'Nor I; but don't stare if you can help it, said Anne.
"It has Lord Clonbrony's own signature, let it be what it will," said Mr. Burke, looking closely at it; "Lord Clonbrony's own writing the signature is, I am clear of that." Lord Clonbrony's son was clear of it, also; but he took care not to give any opinion on that point. "Oh, pray read it, sir, read it," said Mrs.
Dareville drew all attention from the jar, to Lady Clonbrony's infinite mortification. Lady Langdale at length turned to look at a vast range of china jars. 'Ali Baba and the forty thieves! exclaimed Mrs. Dareville; 'I hope you have boiling oil ready! Lady Clonbrony was obliged to laugh, and to vow that Mrs. Dareville was uncommon pleasant to-night.
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