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Updated: May 11, 2025
'What have I done? cried Lady Clonbrony, following her son's eyes: 'Lord bless me! Grace fainted dead lady Berryl? Oh, what have I done? My dear Lady Berryl, what shall we do? 'There! her colour's coming again, said Lord Clonbrony; 'come away, my dear Lady Clonbrony, for the present, and so will I though I long to talk to the darling girl myself; but she is not equal to it yet.
Having with great difficulty got the malicious wit out of the pagoda and into the Turkish tent, Lady Clonbrony began to breathe more freely; for here she thought she was upon safe ground: 'Everything, I flatter myself' said she, 'is correct and appropriate, and quite picturesque. The company, dispersed in happy groups, or reposing on seraglio ottomans, drinking lemonade and sherbet beautiful Fatimas admiring, or being admired 'Everything here quite correct, appropriate, and picturesque, repeated Mrs.
'If that be the case, my lord, I must conduct myself accordingly; but it's fair to warn you, before you make any representation to my Lord Clonbrony, that if he should think of changing his agent, there are accounts to be settled between us that may be a consideration. 'No, sir; no consideration my father never shall be the slave of such a paltry consideration.
Beddoes, and was for thirty years in the service of Mrs. Haldimand we are told, and was own sister to Simple Susan. The grand English ladies are talking of Lady Clonbrony. "If you knew all she endures to look, speak, move, breathe like an Englishwoman, you would pity her," said Lady Langdale.
Good-bye to you, and thank you kindly, and all happiness attend you." "Good-bye to you, Sir Terence O'Fay," said Lord Clonbrony; "and, since it's so ordered, I must live without you."
Lord Clonbrony will be in Ireland in the course of next month, and intends to have the pleasure of soon paying his respects in person to Mr. Burke, at Colambre. I am, dear madam, your obliged guest, and faithful servant, COLAMBRE.
For another reason, too," continued his lordship, bringing together as many arguments as he could for he had often found, that though Lady Clonbrony was a match for any single argument, her understanding could be easily overpowered by a number, of whatever sort "besides, my dear, here's Sir Arthur and Lady Berryl come to Buxton on purpose to meet us; and we owe them some compliment, and something more than compliment, I think: so I don't see why we should be in a hurry to leave them, or quit Buxton a few weeks sooner or later can't signify and Clonbrony Castle will be getting all the while into better order for us.
What a NERVOUS BUSINESS it is to manage these things! I wonder how one gets through it, or WHY one does it! Lady Clonbrony was taken ill the day after her gala; she had caught cold by standing, when much overheated, in a violent draught of wind, paying her parting compliments to the Duke of V , who thought her a bore, and wished her in heaven all the time for keeping his horses standing.
It was the same desire to appear what they were not, the same vain ambition to vie with superior rank and fortune, or fashion, which actuated Lady Clonbrony and Mrs. Raffarty; and whilst this ridiculous grocer's wife made herself the sport of some of her guests, Lord Colambre sighed, from the reflection that what she was to them, his mother was to persons in a higher rank of fashion.
They passed rapidly along the passage to Lady Clonbrony's room. "Oh, my dear, dear Lady Berryl, come! or I shall die with impatience," cried Lady Clonbrony, in a voice and manner between laughing and crying. "There, now you have congratulated, are very happy, and very glad, and all that now, for mercy's sake, sit down, Lord Clonbrony! for Heaven's sake, sit down beside me here or any where!
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