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The moment breakfast was over, Mr. Mountague followed Helen into the library; a portfolio, full of prints, lay open on the table, and as he turned them over, he stopped at a print of Alexander putting his seal to the lips of Hephaestion, whom he detected reading a letter over his shoulder.
Lady Augusta, on the contrary, seemed never to consider her accomplishments as occupations, but as the means of attracting admiration. To interrupt the comparison, which Mr. Mountague was beginning to enter into between her ladyship and Helen, he thought the best thing he could do was to walk to meet Mrs.
"Qu'est ce que c'est?" whispered she to Dashwood, who followed his lordship: "is not dis his apothicaire?" Dashwood, at this question, burst into a loud laugh. "Mr. Mountague," cried he, "have you been prescribing for mademoiselle? she asks if you are not an apothecary."
Helen, as he looked at the print, said she admired the delicacy of Alexander's reproof to his friend; but observed, that it was scarcely probable the seal should bind Hephsestion's lips. "How so?" said Mr. Mountague, eagerly. "Because," said Helen, "if honour could not restrain his curiosity, it would hardly secure his secrecy." "Charming girl!" exclaimed Mr. Mountague, with enthusiasm.
"Oh! let us see the poor child," said Lady Augusta: "do let us have her called to this window." The window opened down to the ground, and, as soon as the little girl appeared with the petition in her hand, Lady Augusta threw open the sash, and received it from her timid hand with a smile, which to Mr. Mountague seemed expressive of sweet and graceful benevolence.
"But now, do you know, it was only because I just said that I was going out with Lord George that Mr. Mountague made all this rout." "Den let him make his rout; qu'importe? Miladi votre chere mere make no objections. Quelle impertinence! If he was milord duc he could not give himself no more airs. Va, man enfant Dis a lover!
Lady Augusta read the petition with much feeling, and her lover thought her voice never before sounded so melodious. She wrote her name eagerly at the head of a subscription. The money she gave was rather more than the occasion required; but, thought Mr. Mountague, "If the generous spirit flow Beyond where prudence fears to go Those errors are of nobler kind, Than virtues of a narrow mind ."
When we are very anxious to discover perfections in any character, we generally succeed, or fancy that we succeed. Mr. Mountague quickly discovered many amiable and interesting qualities in this fair lady, and, though he perceived some defects, he excused them to himself with the most philosophic ingenuity.
I have not committed murder do not look so shock what signify what I read at my age?" "But Lady Augusta, your pupil!" said Mr. Mountague. "I tell you she has never read one word of it; and, after all, is she child now?
May I ask whether you formed any conjecture, whether you know whom that letter was from?" Helen, with an ingenuous look, replied "Yes, sir, I did form a conjecture I thought it was from you." "From me!" exclaimed Mr. Mountague. "I must undeceive you there: the letter was not mine. I am eager," continued he, smiling, "to undeceive you.
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