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Augustus actually told me once there was no such thing as social position in this country!" "American men of affairs," Mrs. Pomfret judicially replied, "are too busy to consider position. They make it, my dear, as a by-product." Mrs. Pomfret smiled, and mentally noted this aptly technical witticism for use again.
This was the "dolorous castle" into which Richard II. was inveigled at the beginning of his imprisonment, which ended with abdication, and finally his death at Pomfret.
Patterson Pomfret, declares it a duty, and saga that English women have the right idea." And a photograph of Mrs. Patterson Pomfret herself, in her victoria, occupied a generous portion of the front page. "What's all this rubbish about Mrs. Pomfret?" was Mr. Crewe's grateful comment when he saw it.
Pomfret had taken Victoria's hand and drawn her aside, and looked into her face with a meaning smile. "My dear!" she exclaimed, "he particularly asked that you be invited." "Who?" said Victoria. "Humphrey. He stipulated that you should be here." "Then I'm very much obliged to him," said Victoria, "for I've enjoyed myself immensely. I like your Englishman so much." "Do you?" said Mrs.
Pomfret, who, remarkable as it may seem, not only recognized Austen without her lorgnette, but quite overwhelmed him with an unexpected cordiality, and declared her intention of giving them a dinner in New York. "My dear," she said, after kissing Victoria twice, "he is most distinguished-looking I had no idea and a person who grows upon one.
Evelyn Pierrepont, first Duke of Kingston Lady Mary Wortley Montagu, 1720 Sarah, Duchess of Marlborough Lady Mary Wortley Montagu Frances, Countess of Mar Lady Mary Wortley Montagu Lady Mary Wortley Montagu Alexander Pope Joseph Addison Henrietta Louisa, Countess of Pomfret Horace Walpole John, Lord Hervey of Ickworth Mary, Countess of Bute Edward Wortley Montagu, Junior
Pomfret: A man not destitute either of erudition or genius, of unexceptionable morals, though exposed to the malice of antagonists. As he was a prudent man, and educated to a profession, he was not subject to the usual necessities of the poets, but his sphere being somewhat obscure, and his life unactive, there are few incidents recorded concerning him.
Crewe is so fond of his townspeople that he couldn't resist doing this for them," and she indicated with a sweep of her eyeglasses the beatitude with which they were surrounded. "Wahn't no occasion to," said Mr. Braden. "What!" cried Mrs. Pomfret, who had been walking on ice for some time. "This hain't England is it? Hain't England?" "No," she admitted, "but " "Hain't England," said Mr.
This morning I rose in despair, to-night I shall lie down rejoicing; for a way is again opened to us that will put it beyond his power to annoy or oppress us further. God knows we have both suffered enough, already, at his hands! My maiden aunt, Lady Frances Pomfret, is dead, and makes me her heir. I will show you the lawyer's letter when I return.
Pomfret, who was merely "driving by" with her daughter Alice and Beatrice Chillingham, spied Mr. Crewe walking about among the young trees he was growing near the road, and occasionally tapping them with his stout stick. She poked her coachman in the back and cried: "Humphrey, you're such an important man now that I despair of ever seeing you again. What was the matter last night?"
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