Laura, with a curtsey.
She presently pronounced that the air was very hot in the rooms, and in
fact wanted to go home to see her child. As we passed out, we saw Sir
Barnes Newcome, eagerly smiling, smirking, bowing, and in the fondest
conversation with his sister and Lord Farintosh. By Sir Barnes presently
brushed Lieutenant-General Sir George Tufto, K.C.B., who, when he saw on
whose foot he had trodden, grunted out, "H'm, beg your pardon!" and
turning his back on Barnes, forthwith began complimenting Ethel and the
Marquis. "Served with your lordship's father in Spain; glad to make your
lordship's acquaintance," says Sir George. Ethel bows to us as we pass
out of the rooms, and we hear no more of Sir George's conversation.
In the cloak-room sits Lady Clara Newcome, with a gentleman bending over
her, just in such an attitude as the bride is in Hogarth's "Marriage a la
Mode" as the counsellor talks to her. Lady Clara starts up as a crowd of
blushes come into her wan face, and tries to smile, and rises to greet my
wife, and says something about its being so dreadfully hot in the upper
rooms, and so very tedious waiting for the carriages.
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