Lord Kew was not
present, because Kew was still abroad; he had had a gambling duel with a
Frenchman, and a narrow squeak for his life. He had turned Roman
Catholic, some men said; others vowed that he had joined the Methodist
persuasion. At all events Kew had given up his wild courses, broken with
the turf, and sold his stud off; he was delicate yet, and his mother was
taking care of him; between whom and the old dowager of Kew, who had made
up Barney's marriage, as everybody knew, there was no love lost.
Then who was the Prince de Moncontour, who, with his princess, figured at
this noble marriage? There was a Moncontour, the Duc d'Ivry's son, but he
died at Paris before the revolution of '30: one or two of the oldsters at
Bays's, Major Pendennis, General Tufto, old Cackleby--the old fogies, in
a word--remembered the Duke of Ivry when he was here during the
Emigration, and when he was called Prince de Moncontour, the title of the
eldest son of the family. Ivry was dead, having buried his son before
him, and having left only a daughter by that young woman whom he married,
and who led him such a life.
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