The things we do!

Little Lady Clara looked like a little
schoolgirl dancing before her.
One, two, three, of the attendants of her Majesty the Queen of Scots were
carried off in the course of the evening by the victorious young beauty,
whose triumph had the effect, which the headstrong girl perhaps herself
anticipated, of mortifying the Duchesse d'Ivry, of exasperating old Lady
Kew, and of annoying the young nobleman to whom Miss Ethel was engaged.
The girl seemed to take a pleasure in defying all three, a something
embittered her, alike against her friends and her enemies. The old
dowager chaffed and vented her wrath upon Lady Anne and Barnes. Ethel
kept the ball alive by herself almost. She refused to go home, declining
hints and commands alike. She was engaged for ever so many dances more.
Not dance with Count Punter? it would be rude to leave him after
promising him. Not waltz with Captain Blackball? He was not a proper
partner for her? Why then did Kew know him? Lord Kew walked and talked
with Captain Blackball every day.


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