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Lady Kicklebury does not meet with US much, and has greater folks than we can pretend to be at her parties. But we know about THEM. She'll condescend to come to Perkins's, WITH WHOSE FIRM SHE BANKS; and she MAY overdraw HER ACCOUNT: but of that, of course, I know nothing.
All this while Lady Kicklebury was looking at Fanny, and Fanny was holding her eyes down; and I knew that between her and this poor Hicks there could be nothing serious, for she had laughed at him and mimicked him to me half a dozen times in the course of the day. We "do the Rubens's," as Lady Kicklebury says; we trudge from cathedral to picture-gallery, from church to church.
How it had been defended by the Dutch patriot, Van Swammerdam, against the united forces of the Duke of Alva and Marshal Turenne, whose leg was shot off as he was leading the last unsuccessful assault, and who turned round to his aide-de-camp and said, "Allez dire an Premier Consul, que je meurs avec regret de ne pas avoir assez fait pour la France!" which gave Lady Kicklebury an opportunity to placer her story of the Duke of York, and the bombardment of Valenciennes; and caused young Hicks to look at me in a puzzled and appealing manner and hint that I was "chaffing."
"What hotel do you go to?" I asked of Lady Kicklebury. "We go to the 'Saint Antoine' of course. Everybody goes to the 'Saint Antoine," her ladyship said. "We propose to rest here; to do the Rubens's; and to proceed to Cologne to-morrow. Horace, call Finch and Bowman; and your courier, if he will have the condescension to wait upon ME, will perhaps look to the baggage."
You have heard of General Guff, my father, perhaps? aide-de-camp to the Duke of York, and wounded by his Royal Highness's side at the bombardment of Valenciennes. WE move IN OUR OWN SPHERE." "Mrs. Perkins is a very kind creature," I said, "and it was a very pleasant ball. Did you not think so, Miss Kicklebury?" "I thought it odious," said Miss Fanny.
"What is the cause of your lordship's amusement?" asked the dowager, looking very much frightened, and blushing like a maiden of sixteen. "Excuse me, Lady Kicklebury, but I can't help it," he said.
A fugitive prince, a brave prince struggling with the storms of fate, a prince in exile may be poor; but a prince looking out of his own palace windows with a dressing-gown out at elbows, and dunned by his subject washerwoman I say this is a painful object. When they get shabby they ought not to be seen. "Don't you think so, Lady Kicklebury?"
Lady Kicklebury at this gave three screams, so loud that even the resolute Lavinia stopped in her speech. Her ladyship looked wildly: "Lavinia! Horace! Fanny my child," she said, "come here, and listen to your mother's shame." "What?" cried Horace, aghast. "I am ruined! I am a beggar! Yes; a beggar. I have lost all all at yonder dreadful table." "How do you mean all?
"Yes; she is going to nurse Lord Knightsbridge, who has the gout at Rougetnoirbourg." "Indeed! how very fortunate! what an extraordinary coincidence! We are going too," said Lady Kicklebury. I remarked "that everybody was going to Rougetnoirbourg this year; and I heard of two gentlemen Count Carambole and Colonel Cannon who had been obliged to sleep there on a billiard-table for want of a bed."
Kicklebury has a great acquaintance at Noirbourg, and as he walks into the great concert-room at night, introducing his mother and sisters there, he seemed to look about with a little anxiety, lest all of his acquaintance should recognize him. There are some in that most strange and motley company with whom he had rather not exchange salutations, under present circumstances.
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