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Our hero was quite convinced of the good sense of his friend's last remark, that it is safer to judge of people by their conduct to others than by their manners towards ourselves; but as yet, he felt scarcely any interest on the subject of Lady Dashfort's or Lady Isabel's characters: however, he inquired and listened to all the evidence he could obtain respecting this mother and daughter.
'Oh no, my compliments, and my Lady Dashfort's best compliments, and I will call again. 'No, no, cried old Reynolds, pulling his bell; 'I'll have no calling again I'll be hanged if I do! Let her in now, and I'll see her Jack! let in that woman now or never. 'The lady's gone, sir, out of the street door. 'After her, then now or never, tell her. 'Sir, she was in a hackney coach.
Lord Colambre was not a man to be dazzled by fashion, or to mistake notoriety for deference paid to merit, and for the admiration commanded by beauty or talents. Lady Dashfort's coarse person, loud voice, daring manners, and indelicate wit, disgusted him almost past endurance. He saw Sir James Brooke in the box opposite to him; and twice determined to go round to him.
No longer able to restrain his impatience, Lord Colambre went himself knocked at Lady Dashfort's door inquired for Mrs. Petito was shown into her parlour. The parcel was delivered to him; but, to his utter disappointment, it was a parcel for, not from Miss Nugent. It contained merely an odd volume of some book of Miss Nugent's which Mrs.
Petito smiled aside at Lord Colambre, to mark her perception of the man's strangeness. Then, in a cajoling voice, addressing herself to the old gentleman 'Long, long, I hope, to continue so, if Heaven grants my daily and nightly prayers, and my Lady Dashfort's also. So, Mr.
"Toddrington" scratched out; "Red Lion Square, London," written in another hand below. "Now I have found him! And surely I know that hand!" said Lord Colambre to himself, looking more closely at the direction. The original direction was certainly in a hand-writing well known to him it was Lady Dashfort's.
No longer able to restrain his impatience, Lord Colambre went himself knocked at Lady Dashfort's door inquired for Mrs. Petito was shown into her parlour. The parcel was delivered to him; but to his utter disappointment, it was a parcel FOR, not FROM Miss Nugent. It contained merely an odd volume of some book of Miss Nugent's which Mrs.
'Now I have found him! And surely I know that hand! said Lord Colambre to himself, looking more closely at the direction. The original direction was certainly in a handwriting well known to him it was Lady Dashfort's.
Lord Colambre was not a man to be dazzled by fashion, or to mistake notoriety for deference paid to merit, and for the admiration commanded by beauty or talents. Lady Dashfort's coarse person, loud voice, daring manners, and indelicate wit, disgusted him almost past endurance, He saw Sir James Brooke in the box opposite to him; and twice determined to go round to him.
Now would Petito have given up her reversionary chance of the three nearly new gowns she expected from Lady Clonbrony, in case she stayed; or, in case she went, the reversionary chance of any dress of Lady Dashfort's, except her scarlet velvet, merely to hear what Miss Broadhurst and Lord Colambre were saying.
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