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'There's not a pretty woman to be seen; not one. One came up to them, the sight of whom counselled Lord Palmet to reconsider his verdict. She was addressed by Beauchamp as Miss Denham, and soon passed on. Palmet was guilty of staring at her, and of lingering behind the others for a last look at her.

It happened that the gay and good-humoured young Lord Palmet, heir to the earldom of Elsea, walking up the High Street of Bevisham, met Beauchamp on Tuesday morning as he sallied out of his hotel to canvass.

Palmet recollected the ground of division between the beautiful brunette and her lord his addiction to the pipe in perpetuity, and deemed it sweeter to be with the lady. She and Miss Halkett were walking in the garden. Miss Halkett said to him: 'How wrong of you to betray the secrets of your friend! Is he really making way? 'Beauchamp will head the poll to a certainty, Palmet replied.

Astonishment and laughter surrounded him, and Palmet looked from face to face, equally astonished, and desirous to laugh too. 'Ernest! how could you do that? said Mrs. Lespel; and her husband cried in stupefaction, 'With Beauchamp? 'Oh! it's because of the Radicalism, Palmet murmured to himself. 'I didn't mind that. 'What sort of a day did you have? Mr.

What is it? I have heard two or three names. 'Then you have heard villanies. 'Denham, Jenny Denham, Miss Jenny Denham, said Palmet, rejoiced at the opportunity of trumpeting her name so that she should not fail to hear it. 'I stake my reputation I have heard her called Shrapnel Miss Shrapnel, said Cecil. The doctor glanced hastily from one to the other of his visitors.

Thereat she turned to a gentleman sitting beside her; apparently they agreed that some incident had occurred characteristic of Nevil Beauchamp; for whom, however, it was not a brilliant evening. He was very well able to account for it, and did so, after he had walked a few steps with Miss Denham on her homeward way. 'You heard Cougham, Palmet!

Oggler's genial piety made him shrink with nausea. But Lord Palmet paid Mr. Oggler a memorable compliment, by assuring him that he was altogether of his way of thinking about happiness. The frank young nobleman did not withhold a reference to the two or three things essential to his happiness; otherwise Mr. Oggler might have been pleased and flattered.

He says her eyes are terrible traitors; I need not quote Palmet. The sort of eyes that would look fondly on a stone, you know. What her reputation is in France I have only indistinctly heard. She has one in England by this time, I can assure you. She found her match in Captain Beauchamp for boldness.

Palmet and Beauchamp went to their fish and meat; smoked a cigarette or two afterward, conjured away the smell of tobacco from their persons as well as they could, and betook themselves to the assembly-room of the Liberal party, where the young lord had an opportunity of beholding Mr. Cougham, and of listening to him for an hour and forty minutes. He heard Mr. Timothy Turbot likewise.

I mean to deliberate. You young nobs capering over our heads I nail you down to morals. Politics secondary. Adew, as the dying spirit remarked to weeping friends. 'Au revoir would have been kinder, said Palmet. Mr. Tripehallow smiled roguishly, to betoken comprehension. Beauchamp asked Mr. Oggler whether that fellow was to be taken for a humourist or a five-pound-note man. 'It may be both, sir.