"Captain Crackthorpe made an admirable Jeremy Diddler in 'Raising the
Wind.' Lord Farintosh broke down lamentably as Fusbos in 'Bombastes
Furioso.'" Miss Ethel had distinguished herself in both of these
facetious little comedies. "I should like Clive to paint me as Miss
Plainways," she wrote. "I wore a powdered front, painted my face all over
wrinkles, imitated old Lady Griffin as well as I could, and looked sixty
at least."
Thomas Newcome wrote an answer to his fair niece's pleasant letter;
"Clive," he said, "would be happy to bargain to paint her, and nobody
else but her, all the days of his life; and," the Colonel was sure,
"would admire her at sixty as much as he did now, when she was forty
years younger." But, determined on maintaining his appointed line of
conduct respecting Miss Newcome, he carried his letter to Sir Barnes, and
desired him to forward it to his sister. Sir Barnes took the note, and
promised to despatch it. The communications between him and his uncle had
been very brief and cold, since the telling of these little fibs
concerning old Lady Kew's visits to London, which the Baronet dismissed
from his mind as soon as they were spoken, and which the good Colonel
never could forgive.
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