De la Pluche, who is to make all our
fortunes--yours too. Mr. de la Pluche, let me present you to Captain
George Silvertop,'--The Capting bent just one jint of his back very
slitely; I retund his stare with equill hottiness. 'Go and see for Lady
Bareacres' carridge, George,' says his Lordship; and vispers to me, 'a
cousin of ours--a poor relation.' So I took no notis of the feller when
he came back, nor in my subsquint visits to Hill Street, where it seems
a knife and fork was laid reglar for this shabby Capting."
"Thusday Night.--O Hangelina, Hangelina, my pashn for you hogments
daily! I've bean with her two the Hopra. I sent her a bewtifle Camellia
Jyponiky from Covn Garding, with a request she would wear it in
her raving Air. I woar another in my butnole. Evns, what was my
sattusfackshn as I leant hover her chair, and igsammined the house with
my glas!
"She was as sulky and silent as pawsble, however--would scarcely speek;
although I kijoled her with a thowsnd little plesntries. I spose it
was because that wulgar raskle Silvertop WOOD stay in the box. As if he
didn't know (Lady B.'s as deaf as a poast and counts for nothink) that
people SOMETIMES like a tatytaty."
"Friday.--I was sleeples all night. I gave went to my feelings in the
folloring lines--there's a hair out of Balfe's Hopera that she's fond
of.
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