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"One must not ask too much of a gentleman who is in love with a cloistered nun. Besides, I can't go to Bullier's while we are in mourning. But I haven't given it up for that. The partie is arranged; I have my cavalier. Lord Deepmere, if you please! He has gone back to his dear Dublin; but a few months hence I am to name any evening and he will come over from Ireland, on purpose.

And afterwards, you recollect, I saw Lord Deepmere with you in the conservatory. You said then that you would tell me at another time what he had said to you." "That was before before THIS," said Madame de Cintre. "It doesn't matter," said Newman; "and, besides, I think I know. He's an honest little Englishman.

It is very wrong to make love to a woman who is engaged, but it is very wrong not to make love to a woman who is married." "Oh, it's very jolly making love to married women," said Lord Deepmere, "because they can't ask you to marry them." "Is that what the others do, the spinsters?" Newman inquired. "Oh dear, yes," said Lord Deepmere; "in England all the girls ask a fellow to marry them."

"And a fellow brutally refuses," said Madame de Bellegarde. "Why, really, you know, a fellow can't marry any girl that asks him," said his lordship. "Your cousin won't ask you. She is going to marry Mr. Newman." "Oh, that's a very different thing!" laughed Lord Deepmere. "You would have accepted HER, I suppose. That makes me hope that after all you prefer me."

"Just drop our lordly friend; I am sure he wants to be off and shake his heels a little. Then take my arm and walk through the rooms." "My desire was to please you," the old lady repeated. And she liberated Lord Deepmere, Newman rather wondering at her docility. "If this young man is wise," she added, "he will go and find my daughter and ask her to dance."

She seated herself in the chair from which her father had risen, and began to arrange the little dog's rosette. Lord Deepmere carried off such embarrassment as might be incidental to this unexpected encounter with the inferior grace of a male and a Briton.

"Well, you may think it strange, but I felt something the other night in the air." Presently he told her his story; she listened, with her eyes fixed on him. When he had finished she said quietly, "They want her to marry Lord Deepmere." Newman stared. He did not know that she knew anything about Lord Deepmere. "But I don't think she will," Mrs. Tristram added.

And not only about Crispin, but about Deepmere. 'And pray who is Deepmere? 'Did you never hear of Lord Deepmere? He has gone to India. That was before you came. I don't say all this for my pleasure, Laura, Mr. Berrington added. 'Don't you, indeed? asked the girl with a singular laugh. 'I thought you were so glad. 'I'm glad to know it but I'm not glad to tell it.

Madame de Cintre, leaning back, with her arms folded, looked at Lord Deepmere with a more visibly puzzled face than she usually showed to society. Madame de Bellegarde, on the other hand, wore a fixed smile. The marquis said that among light operas his favorite was the Gazza Ladra.

His face being now presented to our hero, the latter recognized the irregular features, the hardly more regular complexion, and the amiable expression of Lord Deepmere. Noemie, on finding herself suddenly confronted with Newman, who, like M. Nioche, had risen from his seat, faltered for a barely perceptible instant.