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'And let me reflect. Now, before I unroll them, Lady Clonbrony, I must beg you'll not mention I've shown them. I give you my sacred honour, not a soul has set eye upon the Alhambra hangings, except Mrs. Dareville, who stole a peep; I refused, absolutely refused, the Duchess of Torcaster but I can't refuse your la'ship. On that Trebisond trellice paper, I confess, ladies, I do pique myself.
Dareville had the assurance to address to her ladyship, apropos to something which she pretended to admire in Lady Clonbrony's COSTUME a costume which, excessively fashionable in each of its parts, was, all together, so extraordinarily unbecoming as to be fit for a print-shop. The perception of this, added to the effect of Mrs.
"But what have they at present?" "Twenty thousand a year, they say," replied Mrs. Dareville. "Ten thousand, I believe," cried Lady Langdale. "Ten thousand, have they? possibly," said her grace. "I know nothing about them have no acquaintance among the Irish. Torcaster knows something of Lady Clonbrony; she has fastened herself by some means upon him; but I charge him not to commit me.
"Mamma," whispered one of Lady Langdale's daughters, leaning between her mother and Mrs. Dareville, "who is that gentleman that passed us just now?" "Which way?" "Towards the door. There now, mamma, you can see him. He is speaking to Lady Clonbrony to Miss Nugent now Lady Clonbrony is introducing him to Miss Broadhurst."
Dareville; to all of whom he bowed with an air of proud coldness, which gave them reason to regret that their remarks upon his mother and his family had not been made SOTTO VOCE. 'Lady Langdale's carriage stops the way! Lord Colambre made no offer of his services, notwithstanding a look from his mother.
Dareville said, to vacate his couch that couch was no longer white the black impression of the colonel remained on the sullied snow. "Eh, now! really didn't recollect I was in black," was all the apology he made.
"Who are they? these Clonbronies, that one hears of so much of late?" said her grace of Torcaster. "Irish absentees, I know. But how do they support all this enormous expense?" "The son will have a prodigiously fine estate when some Mr. Quin dies," said Mrs. Dareville. "Yes, every body who comes from Ireland will have a fine estate when somebody dies," said her grace.
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.
"And she could not be five minutes in your grace's company, before she would tell you that she was Henglish, born in Hoxfordshire." "She must be a vastly amusing personage I should like to meet her if one could see and hear her incog.," said the duchess. "And Lord Clonbrony, what is he?" "Nothing, nobody," said Mrs. Dareville: "one never even hears of him." "A tribe of daughters, too, I suppose?"
The next morning, at breakfast, Lord Clonbrony talked of bringing Sir Terence with him that night to her gala she absolutely grew pale with horror. "Good Heavens! Lady Langdale, Mrs. Dareville, Lady Pococke, Lady Chatterton, Lady D , Lady G , His Grace of V ; what would they think of him! And Miss Broadhurst, to see him going about with my Lord Clonbrony!" It could not be.
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