The things we do!

My lord said he had "a most delightful
dinner and a most delightful tart, 'pon his honour," and was the only one
of the little company who laughed at his own remark. Miss Ethel's eyes
flashed scorn at Mr. Clive when that unfortunate subject was introduced
again.
My lord was going back to London to-morrow. Was Miss Newcome going back?
Wouldn't he like to go back in the train with her!--another unlucky
observation. Lady Anne said, "it would depend on the state of Sir Brian's
health the next morning whether Ethel would return; and both of you
gentlemen are too young to be her escort," added the kind lady. Then she
shook hands with Clive, as thinking she had said something too for him.
Farintosh in the meantime was taking leave of Miss Newcome. "Pray, pray,"
said his lordship, "don't throw me over at Lady Innishowan's. You know I
hate balls and never go to 'em, except when you go. I hate dancing, I do,
'pon my honour."
"Thank you," said Miss Newcome, with a curtsey.
"Except with one person--only one person, upon my honour.


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