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Aberton, with three or four other men; with that glaring good-breeding, so peculiar to the English, he instantly directed their eyes towards me in one mingled and concentrated stare. "N'importe," thought I, "they must be devilish clever fellows if they can find a single fault either in my horse or myself."
Aberton, was running up the Rue St. Honore yesterday in order to catch him." "Running!" cried I, "just like common people when were you or I ever seen running?" Aberton,'said I; 'don't you see him running after his shadow? But the pride of the lean thing is so amusing! They then proceeded to be exceedingly disloyal. Mr.
Aberton muttered to a fat, foolish Lord Luscombe, "What a damnation puppy," and every one, even to the old Madame de G s, looked at me six times as attentively as they had done before.
The Duchess of H n passed by. "What a wonderfully beautiful woman," said Mr. Aberton. "Ay," answered Aberton, "but to my taste, the Duchesse de Perpignan is quite equal to her do you know her?" "No yes!" said Mr. Howard de Howard; "that is, not exactly not well;" an Englishman never owns that he does not know a duchess. "Hem!" said Mr. Aberton, thrusting his large hand through his lank light hair.
"They say, that fool Pelham makes up to her." "I should not imagine that was true," said the secretary; "he is so occupied with Madame D'Anville." "Pooh!" said Aberton, dictatorially, "she never had any thing to say to him." "Why are you so sure?" said Mr. Howard de Howard. "Why? because he never showed any notes from her, or ever even said he had a liaison with her himself!"
She supplied the place of the dilapidated baronet with a most superbly mustachioed German. "Who," said I, to Madame D'Anville, "are those pretty girls in white, talking with such eagerness to Mr. Aberton and Lord Luscombe?" "What!" said the Frenchwoman, "have you been ten days at Paris and not been introduced to the Miss Carltons?
Aberton declared that I put my hair in papers, and the stuffed Sir Henry Millington said I was a thread-paper myself. One blamed my riding a second my dancing a third wondered how any woman could like me, and a fourth said that no woman ever could. On one point, however, all friends and foes were alike agreed; viz. that I was a consummate puppy, and excessively well satisfied with myself.
If you have made his acquaintance, my dear Pelham, I advise you most soberly to look to yourself, for if he doth not steal, beg, or borrow of you, Mr. Howard de Howard will grow fat, and even Mr. Aberton cease to be a fool. And now, most noble Pelham, farewell. Il est plus aise d'etre sage pour les autres que de l'etre pour soi-meme."
I was placed, at dinner, next to Miss Paulding, an elderly young lady, of some notoriety at Paris, very clever, very talkative, and very conceited. A young, pale, ill-natured looking man, sat on her left hand; this was Mr. Aberton, one of the attaches. "Dear me!" said Miss Paulding, "what a pretty chain that is of your's, Mr. Aberton."
"Really," I answered, "I have only been once out in your streets, at least a pied, since my arrival, and then I was nearly perishing for want of help." "What do you mean?" said Madame D'Anville. "Why, I fell into that intersecting stream which you call a kennel, and I a river. Pray, Mr. Aberton, what do you think I did in that dangerous dilemma?"
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