The things we do!

"
"What?" says Clive, with a start.
I could not comprehend the meaning of the start: nor did I care much to
know: supposing that the young man was waking up from some lover's
reverie: and the evening sped away, Clive not quitting the ball until
Miss Newcome and the Countess of Kew had departed. No further
communication appeared to take place between the cousins that evening. I
think it was Captain Crackthorpe who gave the young lady an arm into her
carriage; Sir John Fobsby having the happiness to conduct the old
Countess, and carrying the pink bag for the shawls, wrappers, etc., on
which her ladyship's coronet and initials are emblazoned. Clive may have
made a movement as if to step forward, but a single finger from Miss
Newcome warned him back.
Clive and his two friends in Lamb Court had made an engagement for the
next Saturday to dine at Greenwich; but on the morning of that day there
came a note from him to say that he thought of going down to see his
aunt, Miss Honeyman, and begged to recall his promise to us.


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