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Lord Borodaile's glance detected the superscription, and before La Meronville could regain the note he had possessed himself of it. "A Monsieur, Monsieur Linden!" said he, coldly, reading the address; "and, pray, how long have you corresponded with that gentleman?" Now La Meronville's situation at that moment was by no means agreeable.
"I have just come thence; and you had much better drop into La Meronville's box with me. You sup with her to-night, do you not? "No, indeed!" replied Clarence; "I scarcely know her, except by sight." "Well, and what think you of her?" "That she is the prettiest Frenchwoman I ever saw." "Commend me to secret sympathies!" cried the duke.
"I have just come thence; and you had much better drop into La Meronville's box with me. You sup with her to-night, do you not? "No, indeed!" replied Clarence; "I scarcely know her, except by sight." "Well, and what think you of her?" "That she is the prettiest Frenchwoman I ever saw." "Commend me to secret sympathies!" cried the duke.
Furthermore will the above correspondence testify the general eclat of Madame la Meronville's attachment, and the construction naturally put upon it. Nor do we see much left for us to explain, with regard to the Frenchwoman herself, which cannot equally well be gleaned by any judicious and intelligent reader, from the epistle last honoured by his perusal.
"My carriage is just behind," said the duke. "You will go with me to La Meronville's, of course?" "Really, my dear duke," said Clarence, "I wish I could excuse myself from this party. I have another engagement." "Excuse yourself? and leave me to the mercy of Mademoiselle Caumartin, who has the face of an ostrich, and talks me out of breath! Never, my dear Linden, never!
Lord Borodaile's glance detected the superscription, and before La Meronville could regain the note he had possessed himself of it. "A Monsieur, Monsieur Linden!" said he, coldly, reading the address; "and, pray, how long have you corresponded with that gentleman?" Now La Meronville's situation at that moment was by no means agreeable.
"My carriage is just behind," said the duke. "You will go with me to La Meronville's, of course?" "Really, my dear duke," said Clarence, "I wish I could excuse myself from this party. I have another engagement." "Excuse yourself? and leave me to the mercy of Mademoiselle Caumartin, who has the face of an ostrich, and talks me out of breath! Never, my dear Linden, never!
Furthermore will the above correspondence testify the general eclat of Madame la Meronville's attachment, and the construction naturally put upon it. Nor do we see much left for us to explain, with regard to the Frenchwoman herself, which cannot equally well be gleaned by any judicious and intelligent reader, from the epistle last honoured by his perusal.
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