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'Think no more of love, but as much as you please of friendship 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!
Now, I see how the land lies, and I'm sorry for it; for she's no fortin; and she's so proud, she never said a hint to me of the matter: but my Lord Colambre is a sweet gentleman; and " "Petito! don't run on so; you must not meddle with what you don't understand: the Miss Killpatricks, to be sure, are sweet girls, particularly the youngest."
So I shall tell my lady to-night, as I always do when she vexes me, that I never lived in an Irish family before, and don't know the ways of it then she'll tell me she was born in Hoxfordshire then I shall say, with my saucy look, 'Oh, was you, my lady I always forget that you was an Englishwoman: then may be she'll say, 'Forget! you forget yourself strangely, Petito. Then I shall say, with a great deal of dignity, 'If your ladyship thinks so, my lady, I'd better go. And I'd desire no better than that she would take me at my word; for my Lady Dashfort's is a much better place, I'm told, and she's dying to have me, I know."
Petito or Sir Terence O'Fay had the greater share in raising and spreading this report, it would be difficult to determine; but it is certain, however or by whomsoever raised, it was most useful to Lord Clonbrony, by keeping his creditors quiet.
"And I own I was originally under the universal error that my Lord Colambre was to be married to the great heiress, Miss Broadhurst; but I have been converted and reformed on that score, and am at present quite in another way of thinking." Petito paused, in hopes that her lady would ask what was her present way of thinking?
'Why, yes, my lady; I heard a great deal about all that when I was at Lady Clonbrony's, said Petito, one day, as she was attending at her lady's toilette, and encouraged to begin chattering.
"You are not obliged to me, and I am neither good nor kind," said old Reynolds. "You strange man," said Mrs. Petito, advancing graceful in shawl drapery; but she stopped short. "My Lord Colambre and Count O'Halloran, as I hope to be saved!" "I did not know Mrs. Petito was an acquaintance of yours, gentlemen," said Mr. Reynolds, smiling shrewdly.
In this house, above and below stairs, including first and second table, housekeeper's room, lady's maids' room, butler's room, and gentleman's, one hundred and four people sit down to dinner every day, as Petito informs me, besides kitchen boys, and what they call char-women, who never sit down, but who do not eat or waste the less for that; and retainers and friends, friends to the fifth and sixth generation, who 'must get their bit and their sup; for 'sure, it's only Biddy, they say;" continued Lady Dashfort, imitating their Irish brogue.
'My present way of thinking, resumed Petito, 'is in consequence of my having, with my own eyes and ears, witnessed and overheard his lordship's behaviour and words, the morning he was coming away from LUNNUN for Ireland; when he was morally certain nobody was up, nor overhearing, nor overseeing him, there did I notice him, my lady, stopping in the antechamber, ejaculating over one of Miss Nugent's gloves, which he had picked up.
"My lord," said Sir James Brooke, "we shall be late." Lord Colambre, withdrawing his whip from Mrs. Petito, turned his horse away. She, stretching over the back of the barouche as he rode off, bawled to him, "My lord, we're at Stephen's Green, when we're at Dublin."
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