’Yes, and you cawnt conceive the peens she TEEKES to talk of the TEEBLES and Cheers, and to thank Q, and, with so much TEESTE, to speak pure English,’ said Mrs. Dareville.

‘Pure cockney, you mean,’ said Lady Langdale.

‘But why does Lady Clonbrony want to pass for English?’ said the duchess.

’Oh! because she is not quite Irish.  Bred and born—­only bred, not born,’ said Mrs. Dareville.  ’And she could not be five minutes in your grace’s company before she would tell you, that she was Henglish, born in Hoxfordshire.’

’She must be a vastly amusing personage.  I should like to meet her, if one could see and hear her incog.,’ said the duchess.  ’And Lord Clonbrony, what is he?’

‘Nothing, nobody,’ said Mrs. Dareville; ‘one never even hears of him.’

‘A tribe of daughters, too, I suppose?’

‘No, no,’ said Lady Langdale, ‘daughters would be past all endurance.’

‘There’s a cousin, though, a Grace Nugent,’ said Mrs. Dareville, ’that Lady Clonbrony has with her.’

‘Best part of her, too,’ said Colonel Heathcock; ’d-d fine girl!—­never saw her look better than at the opera to-night!’

‘Fine complexion! as Lady Clonbrony says, when she means a high colour,’ said Lady Langdale.

‘Grace Nugent is not a lady’s beauty,’ said Mrs. Dareville.  ’Has she any fortune, colonel?’

‘’Pon honour, don’t know,’ said the colonel.

‘There’s a son, somewhere, is not there?’ said Lady Langdale.

’Don’t know, ‘pon honour,’ replied the colonel.

‘Yes—­at Cambridge—­not of age yet,’ said Mrs. Dareville.  ’Bless me! here is Lady Clonbrony come back.  I thought she was gone half an hour ago!’

‘Mamma,’ whispered one of Lady Langdale’s daughters, leaning between her mother and Mrs. Dareville, ’who is that gentleman that passed us just now?’

‘Which way?’

’Towards the door.  There now, mamma, you can see him.  He is speaking to Lady Clonbrony—­to Miss Nugent.  Now Lady Clonbrony is introducing him to Miss Broadhurst.’

‘I see him now,’ said Lady Langdale, examining him through her glass; ’a very gentlemanlike-looking young man, indeed.’

‘Not an Irishman, I am sure, by his manner,’ said her grace.

‘Heathcock!’ said Lady Langdale, ‘who is Miss Broadhurst talking to?’

‘Eh! now really—­’pon honour—­don’t know,’ replied Heathcock.

‘And yet he certainly looks like somebody one certainly should know,’ pursued Lady Langdale, ’though I don’t recollect seeing him anywhere before.’

‘Really now!’ was all the satisfaction she could gain from the insensible, immovable colonel.  However, her ladyship, after sending a whisper along the line, gained the desired information, that the young gentleman was Lord Colambre, son, only son, of Lord and Lady Clonbrony—­that he was just come from Cambridge—­that he was not yet of age—­that he would be of age within a year—­that he would then, after the death of somebody, come into possession of a fine estate, by the mother’s side ‘and therefore, Cat’rine, my dear,’ said she, turning round to the daughter, who had first pointed him out, ’you understand, we should never talk about other people’s affairs.’