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That, and her never talking to one confiDANtially, or trusting one with the least bit of her secrets, is the thing I can't put up with from Miss Nugent; and Miss Broadhurst holding the pins to me, as much as to say, Do your business, Petito, and don't talk.
As soon as I get rid of this gout, I shall be my own man, and young again, and I'll soon be after you across the sea, that sha'n't stop me: I'll come to what's the name of your place in Ireland? and see what likeness I can find to her poor father in this grand-daughter of mine, that you puffed so finely yesterday. And let me see whether she will wheedle me as finely as Mrs. Petito would.
Petito, however, was good at a retreat; and she flattered herself that at least nothing of this underplot had appeared: and at all events she secured, by her services in this embassy, the long looked-for object of her ambition, Lady Dashfort's scarlet velvet gown "not yet a thread the worse for the wear!"
Petito, knocked at the door, with a message from her lady, to beg, if Lord Colambre was BY HIMSELF; he would go to her dressing-room, as she wished to have a conference with him. He obeyed her summons. 'Sit down, my dear Colambre And she began precisely with her old sentence
Her ladyship's toilette was finished; and she left Petito to go down to my Lady Killpatrick's woman, to tell, as a very great secret, the schemes that were in contemplation, among the higher powers, in favour of the youngest of the Miss Killpatricks. "So Ireland is at the bottom of his heart, is it?" repeated Lady Dashfort to herself: "it shall not be long so."
"Think no more of love, but as much as you please of admiration dress yourself as fast as you can," said Miss Broadhurst. "Dress, dress, is the order of the day." "Order of the day and order of the night, and all for people I don't care for in the least," said Grace. "So life passes!" "Dear me, Miss Nugent," cried Petito, Lady Clonbrony's woman, coming in with a face of alarm, "not dressed yet!
Lud a mercy! Miss Nugent, I'm sure your motions is sudden enough; and your dress behind is all, I'm sure, I can't tell how." "Oh, never mind," said the young lady, escaping from her; "it will do very well, thank you, Petito." "It will do very well, never mind," repeated Petito, muttering to herself, as she looked after the ladies, whilst they ran down stairs.
Stay till you are tried, my lord. Excuse me, said Captain Bowles, laughing. Lord Colambre felt the good sense of this, and determined to have nothing to do with these dangerous ladies; indeed, though he had talked, he had scarcely yet thought of them; for his imagination was intent upon that packet from Miss Nugent, which Mrs. Petito said she had for him.
Petito smiled aside at Lord Colambre, to mark her perception of the man's strangeness. Then, in a cajoling voice, addressing herself to the old gentleman 'Long, long, I hope, to continue so, if Heaven grants my daily and nightly prayers, and my Lady Dashfort's also. So, Mr.
'Only my Lord Colambre, about a parcel I was bringing for him from England, my lady my Lady Isabel, my lord, said Mrs. Petito. Whilst Mrs.
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