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"Bon!" cried mademoiselle, stooping to pick up the full-blown rose, which Mr. Mountague threw away carelessly. "Bon! but it is great pity dis should be thrown away." "It is not thrown away upon Mlle. Panache!" said Dashwood. "Dat maybe," said mademoiselle; "but I observe, wid all your fine compliment, you let me stoop to pick it up for myself a l'Anglaise!"
Mountague, to whom even the affectation of feminine softness and timidity appeared at this instant charming, from the contrast with the masculine intrepidity and disgusting coarseness of Lady Diana Spanker's manners. The tone in which he pronounced the single word fear was sufficient to betray his feelings towards both the ladies. Lady Di. gave him a look of sovereign contempt.
She rose as she spoke, and, delivering the dog to Dashwood to be carried home, she walked towards the house, with an air of marked displeasure towards Mr. Mountague. Her ladyship's displeasure did not affect him as she expected.
Mountague observed, in this cottage scene; the ease and simplicity of Helen's manner never appeared to him more amiable.
Mountague during his morning visit at Mrs. Temple's we cannot pretend to say; but his silence and absence seemed to show that his thoughts were busily engaged. Never did Helen appear to him so amiable as she did this morning, when the dignity, delicacy, and simplicity of her manners were contrasted in his imagination with the caprice and coquetry of his new mistress.
Juliet, alarmed to hear a man's voice in the garden, did not at first know who it was, that by favour of the night and darkness had thus stumbled upon the discovery of her secret; but when he spoke again, though her ears had not yet drunk a hundred words of that tongue's uttering, yet so nice is a lover's hearing, that she immediately knew him to be young Romeo, and she expostulated with him on the danger to which he had exposed himself by climbing the orchard walls, for if any of her kinsmen should find him there, it would be death to him, being a Mountague.
"Here he is!" said he, pointing to Mr. Mountague. "Ma chere amie! mon coeur! tink of my mistaking your Mr. Mountague for such a sort of person! If you had only told me, sir, dat you were Miladi Augusta's partner last night, it would have saved me de necessity of making ten million apologies for my stupidity, dat could not find it out. Ma chere amie! Mon coeur!
I am sorry we did not hear none of de family had been indisposed." "They are all now perfectly well, ma'am," replied Mr. Mountague, "except, indeed, that Mrs. Temple had a slight cold last week." "But she is re-establish by your advise, I suppose? and she did she recommend you to miladi?" "No, madam," said Mr.
Mountague:" to this he acceded, and the lady gained more by her salts and silence than her governess did by her garrulous effrontery. When she talked over the business with Mr.
Charles Mountague, who, appreciating the author's zeal and his intelligent public spirit, recommended him to the patronage of the Earl of Oxford, then Principal Lord of the Admiralty.
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