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If we are at all near the eleventh, I must be on my way to make my bow to Lady Wilts; or is it Lady Denewdney's to-night? No, to-morrow night. A light of satisfaction came over Mr. Hickson's face at the mention of my father's visiting both these sovereign ladies. As soon as we were rid of him, Captain DeWitt exclaimed, 'If that's the Fourth Estate, what's the Realm?
Lady Denewdney's fan took to beating time meditatively. Two or three times she kept it elevated, and in vain: the flow of their interchangeing speech was uninterrupted. At last my father bowed to her from a distance. She signalled: his eyelids pleaded short sight, awakening to the apprehension of a pleasant fact: the fan tapped, and he halted his march, leaning scarce perceptibly in her direction.
'You have read the paper? he asked. 'You have horsewhipped the writer? she rejoined. 'Oh! the poor penster! 'Nay, we can't pretend to pity him! 'Could we condescend to offer him satisfaction? 'Would he dare to demand it? 'We will lay the case before Lady Wilts to-night. 'You are there to-night? 'At Lady Denewdney's to-morrow night if I may indulge a hope? 'Both? Oh! bravo, bravo!
If we are at all near the eleventh, I must be on my way to make my bow to Lady Wilts; or is it Lady Denewdney's to-night? No, to-morrow night. A light of satisfaction came over Mr. Hickson's face at the mention of my father's visiting both these sovereign ladies. As soon as we were rid of him, Captain DeWitt exclaimed, 'If that's the Fourth Estate, what's the Realm?
Lady Denewdney's fan took to beating time meditatively. Two or three times she kept it elevated, and in vain: the flow of their interchangeing speech was uninterrupted. At last my father bowed to her from a distance. She signalled: his eyelids pleaded short sight, awakening to the apprehension of a pleasant fact: the fan tapped, and he halted his march, leaning scarce perceptibly in her direction.
'You have read the paper? he asked. 'You have horsewhipped the writer? she rejoined. 'Oh! the poor penster! 'Nay, we can't pretend to pity him! 'Could we condescend to offer him satisfaction? 'Would he dare to demand it? 'We will lay the case before Lady Wilts to-night. 'You are there to-night? 'At Lady Denewdney's to-morrow night if I may indulge a hope? 'Both? Oh! bravo, bravo!
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