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Malderton, at the conclusion of the evening, as he and his sons were standing in conversation with Mr. Horatio Sparkins. Horatio bowed his acknowledgments, and accepted the flattering invitation. ‘I must confess,’ continued the father, offering his snuff-box to his new acquaintance, ‘that I don’t enjoy these assemblies half so much as the comfort—I had almost said the luxuryof Oak Lodge.

The elegant Sparkins attitudinised with admirable effect, until the family had crossed the room. He then started up, with the most natural appearance of surprise and delight; accosted Mrs. Malderton with the utmost cordiality; saluted the young ladies in the most enchanting manner; bowed to, and shook hands with Mr.

Malderton, casting a sidelong look at Horatio, to see what effect the mention of so great a man had upon him. ‘Why, nonot very lately. I saw Lord Gubbleton the day before yesterday.’ ‘All! I hope his lordship is very well?’ said Malderton, in a tone of the greatest interest. It is scarcely necessary to say that, until that moment, he had been quite innocent of the existence of such a person.

What is the first article?’ inquired the obsequious master of the ceremonies of the establishment, who, in his large white neckcloth and formal tie, looked like a bad ‘portrait of a gentleman’ in the Somerset-house exhibition. ‘I want to see some silks,’ answered Mrs. Malderton. ‘Directly, ma’am.—Mr. Smith! Where is Mr. Smith?’ ‘Here, sir,’ cried a voice at the back of the shop.

Malderton, addressing her spouse, who, after the fatigues of the day in the City, was sitting with a silk handkerchief over his head, and his feet on the fender, drinking his port;—‘very great attention; and I say again, every possible encouragement ought to be given him. He positively must be asked down here to dine.’ ‘Who must?’ inquired Mr. Malderton.

‘It’s five minutes to five,’ said Mr. Malderton, looking at his watch: ‘I hope he’s not going to disappoint us.’ ‘There he is!’ exclaimed Miss Teresa, as a loud double-knock was heard at the door. Everybody endeavoured to lookas people when they particularly expect a visitor always doas if they were perfectly unsuspicious of the approach of anybody. The room-door opened‘Mr.

‘Why, you know whom I mean, my dearthe young man with the black whiskers and the white cravat, who has just come out at our assembly, and whom all the girls are talking about. Youngdear me! what’s his name?—Marianne, what is his name?’ continued Mrs. Malderton, addressing her youngest daughter, who was engaged in netting a purse, and looking sentimental. ‘Mr.

‘What feeling! what sentiment!’ thought Miss Teresa, as she leaned more heavily on her companion’s arm. ‘But enoughenough!’ resumed the elegant Sparkins, with a theatrical air. ‘What have I said? what have I—I—to do with sentiments like these! Miss Malderton’here he stopped short‘may I hope to be permitted to offer the humble tribute of—’ ‘Really, Mr.

‘I am quite sure you’d like him,’ continued Mrs. Malderton, ‘he is so gentlemanly!’ ‘So clever!’ said Miss Marianne. ‘And has such a flow of language!’ added Miss Teresa. ‘He has a great respect for you, my dear,’ said Mrs. Malderton to her husband. Mr. Malderton coughed, and looked at the fire. ‘Yes I’m sure he’s very much attached to pa’s society,’ said Miss Marianne.

‘Well, Tom,’ observed his good-natured uncle, ‘never mind! I think with you. I shouldn’t like to wear a wig. I’d rather wear an apron.’ Mr. Malderton coughed violently. Mr. Barton resumed‘For if a man’s above his business—’ The cough returned with tenfold violence, and did not cease until the unfortunate cause of it, in his alarm, had quite forgotten what he intended to say. ‘Mr.