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Panache, who piqued herself much upon her skill as a milliner, made up a certain turban for Lady Augusta, which Dashwood admired extremely, but which Mr. Mountague had the misfortune not to think perfectly beautiful.
The gossiping old lady's information respecting Mr. Mountague was as accurate as the information of gossips usually is found to be. Mr. Mountague, notwithstanding her opinion and sagacity, had thoughts of Miss Helen Temple. During some months which he had spent at his uncle's, who lived very near Mrs.
Tybalt, forced to be patient against his will, restrained himself, but swore that this vile Mountague should at another time dearly pay for his intrusion.
"Going, going, going, gone!" cried Lady Augusta, who, tripping carelessly by, gave her hand to the sulky lord; then springing into the phaeton, said as usual "I know, my lord, you'll break my neck;" at the same time casting a look at Mr. Mountague, which seemed to say "I hope you'll break your heart, at least." When she returned from her airing, the first glance at Mr.
To do him justice, we shall observe, that her ladyship at this time, with all the address of which so young a lady was capable, did every thing in her power to confirm Mr. Mountague in his favourable sentiments of her.
Mountague: he was silent his silence she took as a token of submission in fact, it was an expression of contempt. The next day, at dinner, her ladyship appeared in the same turban, put on sedulously in the same manner. Lord George seated himself beside her; and as she observed that he paid her unusual attention, she fancied that at length his icy heart would thaw.
"This is the way I always wear it every body wears it so and I shall not alter it," said Lady Augusta, who was quite out of temper. Mr. Mountague looked grave: the want of temper was an evil which he dreaded beyond measure in a companion for life.
Mademoiselle went on with a voluble defence of her conduct towards Fanfan, which lasted till Dashwood reappeared, hurrying towards them with the dog in his arms "Ah, la voila! chere Fanfan!" exclaimed mademoiselle. "I am sure I really am excessively obliged to Mr. Dashwood, I must say," cried Lady Augusta, looking reproachfully at Mr. Mountague.
"I wonder where's Miladi Augusta? I thought she was wid me all this time," said she. "She's coming; don't you see her at the end of the grove with Mr. Mountague? We have walked fast," "Oh, she can't never walk so fast as me; I tink I am as young as she is." Dashwood assented, at the same time pondering upon the consequences of the attachment which he saw rising in Mr.
Always more intent upon making cages , Lady Augusta bent her mind upon captivating a new admirer. Mr. Mountague she saw was displeased, but she now really felt and showed herself indifferent to his opinion. How variable, how wretched, is the life of a coquette! The next day Lord George's heart froze again as hard as ever, and Lady Augusta lightened upon the impassive ice in vain.
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