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The pallid, moonlight passion of a cousin, and an absent one, too, has but a sorry chance against the blazing beams that shoot from the eyes of a new lover. Would to Heaven that I had not to go down to my boobies at Cleve! I should like nothing better than to amuse myself an autumn at Dallington with the little Dacre, and put an end to such an unnatural and irreligious connection.
What think you, Bertha? You can always suggest. 'You remember the tableaux vivants? said Mrs. Dallington Vere. 'Beautiful! but too elaborate a business, I fear, for us. We want something more impromptu. The tableaux are nothing without brilliant and accurate costume, and to obtain that we must work at least for a week, and then, after all, in all probability, a failure.
Dallington Vere had nothing to gain by re-entering Paradise, which matrimony, of course, is; and so she determined to remain mistress of herself. She had gained fashion, and fortune, and rank; she was young, and she was pretty.
He was determined to show that the disappointment had produced no effect upon the temper of so imperial a personage as himself, and he invited several of the leading gentry to join his coterie. The Dacres were among the solicited; but they were, during the races, the guests of Mrs. Dallington Vere, whose seat was only a mile off, and therefore were unobtainable.
'I remember she said the same thing to me, said the Duke of Burlington, 'about ten years before. 'That was her grandmother, Burley, said the Duke of St. James. 'Her grandmother! said Mrs. Dallington, exciting the contest. 'Decidedly, said the young Duke. 'I remember my friend always spoke of the Duke of Burlington as grandpapa.
We really have had so many balls both in this and other as immortal works that, in a literary point of view, we think we must give up dancing; nor would we have introduced you to Dallington House if there had been no more serious business on hand than a flirtation with a lady or a lobster salad. Ah! why is not a little brief communion with the last as innocent as with the first?
Spigot put into a different decanter, and brought in with such an air as precluded either of them saying a word in disparagement of it. 'Where are the hounds next week? asked Sponge, sipping away at it. 'Monday, Larkhall Hill; Tuesday, the cross-roads by Dallington Burn; Thursday, the Toll-bar at Whitburrow Green; Saturday, the kennels, replied Jack. 'Good places? asked Sponge.
'Oh, no! said the young Duke, who saw his man; 'I assure you I have been up to-day nearly two hours. Let us get on. The first person that his Grace's eye met, when he entered the room in which they assembled before dinner, was Mrs. Dallington Vere.
It lies, thickly sprinkled with scattered and isolated woodlands, a mighty trench between the heights, not a vast plain but an uneven lowland diversified by higher land but without true hills, and roughly divided west and east into two parts by a great ridge known by various names, but in its greater part called the Forest, St Leonard's Forest, Ashdown Forest, Dallington Forest, and so forth.
'I fear so. However, we will think of it. In the meantime, what shall we do now? Suppose we act a fairy tale? 'None of the girls can act, said Mrs. Dallington, with a look of kind pity. 'Let us teach them. That itself will be an amusement. Suppose we act Cinderella? There is the music of Cendrillon, and you can compose, when necessary, as you go on.
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