Beauties.  It is a recipe for conjuring apparitions.  Now, then, thinks I, my fine fellow, I will bounce you; and without a salutation I pressed forward.  Madam, I give you my word, he behaved to the full pitch as I myself should have done under similar circumstances.  Retiring upon an inclination of his structure, he draws up and fetches me a bow of the exact middle nick between dignity and service.  I advance, he withdraws, and again the bow, devoid of obsequiousness, majestically condescending.  These, thinks I, be royal manners.  I could have taken him for the Sable King in person, stripped of his mantle.  On my soul, he put me to the blush.’

‘And is that all?’ asked the duchess, relieving herself with a sigh.

‘Why, madam,’ quoth the beau, ’do you not see that he could have been none other than mine own, who could comport himself with that grand air and gracefulness when wounded by his closest relative?  Upon his opening my door for me, and accepting the ‘pas,’ which I now right heartily accorded him, I recognized at once both him and the reproof he had designedly dealt me—­or the wine supper I had danced on, perhaps I should say’ and I protest that by such a display of supreme good breeding he managed to convey the highest compliment ever received by man, namely the assurance, that after the withering away of this mortal garb, I shall still be noted for urbanity and elegancy.  Nay, and more, immortally, without the slip I was guilty of when I carried the bag of wine.’

Duchess Susan fanned herself to assist her digestion of the anecdote.

’Well, it’s not so frightful a story, and I know you are the great Mr. Beamish;’ she said.

He questioned her whether the gentleman had signalled him to her on the hill.

‘What can he mean about a gentleman?’ she turned to Chloe.  ’My duke told me you would meet me, sir.  And you are to protect me.  And if anything happens, it is to be your fault.’

‘Entirely,’ said the beau.  ‘I shall therefore maintain a vigilant guard.’

’Except leaving me free.  Oof!  I’ve been boxed up so long.  I declare, Chloe, I feel like a best dress out for a holiday, and a bit afraid of spoiling.  I’m a real child, more than I was when my duke married me.  I seemed to go in and grow up again, after I was raised to fortune.  And nobody to tell of it!  Fancy that!  For you can’t talk to old gentlemen about what’s going on in your heart.’

‘How of young gentlemen?’ she was asked by the beau.

And she replied, ‘They find it out.’

‘Not if you do not assist them,’ said he.

Duchess Susan let her eyelids and her underlie half drop, as she looked at him with the simple shyness of one of nature’s thoughts in her head at peep on the pastures of the world.  The melting blue eyes and the cherry lip made an exceedingly quickening picture.  ’Now, I wonder if that is true?’ she transferred her slyness to speech.