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"Really," answered I, "one learns to forget time so terribly in the presence of Lady Hasselton that I do not remember even how long it has existed for me." "Bravo!" cried the knight, with a moistening eye; "you see, Madam, the boy has not lived with his old uncle for nothing."
There is no knowing the blessings of money until one has learned to manage it properly! So much, then, for the friend; now for the mistress. Lady Hasselton had, as Tarleton hinted before, resolved to play me a trick of spite; the reasons of our rupture really were, as I had stated to Tarleton, the mighty effects of little things.
"Angels of grace!" said I, approaching; "and, by the by, before I proceed another word, observe, Lady Hasselton, how appropriate the exclamation is to /you/! Angels of /grace/! why, you have moved all your patches one two three six eight as I am a gentleman, from the left side of your cheek to the right! What is the reason of so sudden an emigration?"
"Sir William," cried Lady Hasselton, "you may give the Count your chariot of green and gold, and your four Flanders mares, and send his mother's maid with him. He shall not go with me." "Cruel! and why?" said I. "You are too" the lady paused, and looked at me over her fan. She was really very handsome "you are too old, Count. You must be more than nine."
Oh! what a prodigy wisdom would be, if it were but blest with a memory as keen and constant as that of interest! Struck with the universal excitement, I went to my uncle to inquire the name of the expected guest. My uncle was occupied in fanning the Lady Hasselton, a daughter of one of King Charles's Beauties. He had only time to answer me literally, and without comment; the guest's name was Mr.
"What a wit the Count has!" whispered the Duchess of Lackland, who had not yet given up all hope of the elder brother. "Wit!" said the Lady Hasselton; "poor child, he is a perfect simpleton!"
"What a wit the Count has!" whispered the Duchess of Lackland, who had not yet given up all hope of the elder brother. "Wit!" said the Lady Hasselton; "poor child, he is a perfect simpleton!"
Nay no thanks; and you may have four of my black Flanders mares to draw you." "Now, my dear Sir William," cried Lady Hasselton, who, it may be remembered, was the daughter of one of King Charles's Beauties, and who alone shared the breakfast-room with my uncle and myself, "now, my dear Sir William, I think it would be a better plan to suffer the Count to accompany us to town. We go next week.
They said they had enough to do in looking after their own children, so often I was half starved. Fortunately for me the great missionary, with his wonderful canoe of tin, which the people called the `Island of Light, came along that way on one of his journeys. He had those skillful canoe men Henry Budd and Hasselton.
If thou wantest to make love, there are ladies in plenty whom thou needest not to marry. And for my part, I thought that thou wert all in all with the Lady Hasselton: Heaven bless her pretty face! Now don't think I want to scold thee; and don't think thine old uncle harsh, God knows he is not, but my dear, dear boy, this is quite out of the question, and thou must let me hear no more about it.
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