"I say, Newcome, the
princess is going to establish an order," cried Bob in ecstasy. Every one
of her aides-de-camp had a bunch of orders at his button, excepting, of
course, poor Jones.
Like all persons who beheld her, when Miss Newcome and her party made
their appearance at Baden, Monsieur de Florac was enraptured with her
beauty. "I speak of it constantly before the Duchesse. I know it pleases
her," so the Vicomte said. "You should have seen her looks when your
friend M. Jones praised Miss Newcome! She ground her teeth with fury.
Tiens ce petit sournois de Kiou! He always spoke of her as a mere sac
d'argent that he was about to marry--an ingot of the cite--une fille de
Lord Maire. Have all English bankers such pearls of daughters? If the
Vicomtesse de Florac had but quitted the earth, dont elle fait
l'ornement--I would present myself to the charmante meess and ride a
steeple-chase with Kiou!" That he should win it the Viscount never
doubted.
When Lady Anne Newcome first appeared in the ballroom at Baden, Madame la
Duchesse d'Ivry begged the Earl of Kew (notre filleul, she called him) to
present her to his aunt miladi and her charming daughter.
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