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Dolly was in glowing pink, as I loved best to see her, and looked divine. Comyn and I were in Mr. Manners's coach. The evening was fine and warm, and my lady in very lively spirits. As we rattled over Westminster Bridge, the music of the Vauxhall band came "throbbing through the still night," and the sky was bright with the reflection of the lights.
'Ods fish, I liked his spirit so much I had his friend, Captain something or other 'and there he stopped, caught by Miss Manners's appearance, for she was very white. "'The name is Richard Carvel! she cried. "'I'll lay a thousand it was! I shouted, rising in my chair. And the company stared, and Lady Pembroke vowed I had gone mad.
For she was a woman now, who had seen the great world, who had refused both titles and estates, and perchance accepted them. She drew her hands from mine. "And how came you in such a place?" she asked, turning with a shudder. "Did you not know you had friends in London, sir?" Not for so much again would I have told her of Mr. Manners's conduct.
You have been leal and true to me indeed, and many a black hour have you tided me over since this war' began. Do you know how she may be directed to?" he concluded, with abruptness. I glanced at him, surprised at the question. He was staring at the English shore. "Mr. Ripley, of Lincoln's Inn, used to be Mr. Manners's lawyer," I answered.
And I remember a tall slip of a lad who sat listening by the deep-recessed windows on the street, which somehow are always covered in these pictures with a fine rain. Then a coach passes, a mahogany coach emblazoned with the Manners's coat of arms, and Mistress Dorothy and her mother within.
Manners's face quickly changed to one of surprise and pleasure. Of course the good lady had anticipated a sea-captain of a far different mould. He kissed her hand with a respectful grace, and then her daughter's, for Dorothy had come back to us, calmer. And I was filled with joy over his fine appearance. Even Dorothy was struck by the change the clothes had made in him. Mrs.
With an elaborate movement he took Miss Manners's fingers and kissed them, and then swept the floor with a bow. "To have such a divinity in my debt, madam, is too much happiness for one man," he said. "I have done nothing to merit it. A lifetime were all too short to pay for such a favour." I had almost forgotten Miss Dolly the wayward, the mischievous.
He was too thorough a courtier to profess any grief over Miss Manners's match, and went about avowing that he had always predicted a duke for Miss Dorothy. And he drew a deal of pleasure from the curiosity of those who begged but one look at the letter. Show it, indeed! For no consideration. A private communication from one gentleman to another must be respected.
That fustian, insincerity, was certainly not one of his faults. "I care not who knows it. To pass her chariot is to have your heart stolen, and you must needs run after and beg mercy. But, ladies," he added, his eye twinkling; "having seen the women of your colony, I marvel no longer at Miss Manners's beauty." He set us all a-laughing. "I fear you were not born a diplomat, sir," says Patty.
With an elaborate movement he took Miss Manners's fingers and kissed them, and then swept the floor with a bow. "To have such a divinity in my debt, madam, is too much happiness for one man," he said. "I have done nothing to merit it. A lifetime were all too short to pay for such a favour." I had almost forgotten Miss Dolly the wayward, the mischievous.
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