The Wits and Beaux of Society - Volume 2 by Philip Wharton;Grace Wharton
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her head is to be dressed French, and her body English, for which I am
sorry, her figure is so fine in a robe. She is full as sorry as I am.' Again, at a ball at Sir Thomas Robinson's, where four-and-twenty couples danced country-dances, in two sets, twelve and twelve, 'there was Lady Sophia, handsomer than ever, but a little out of humour at the scarcity of minuets; however, as usual, dancing more than anybody, and, as usual too, she took out what men she liked, or thought the best dancers.'...'We danced; for I country-danced till four, then had tea and coffee, and came home.' Poor Horace! Lady Sophia was not for a younger son, however gay, talented, or rich he might be. His pique and resentment towards her mother, who had higher views for her beautiful daughter, begin at this period to show themselves, and never died away. Lady Townshend was the wit who used to gratify Horace with tales of her whom he hated--Henrietta-Louisa, Countess of Pomfret. 'Lady Townshend told me an admirable history: it is of _our friend_ Lady Pomfret. Somebody that belonged to the Prince of Wales said, they were going to _court_; it was objected that they ought to say to Carlton House; that the only _court_ is where the king resides. Lady P., with her paltry air of significant learning and absurdity, said, "Oh, Lord! Is there no _court_ in England but the king's? Sure, there are many more! There is the _Court_ of Chancery, the _Court_ of Exchequer, the _Court_ of King's Bench, &c." Don't you love her? Lord Lincoln does her daughter--Lady Sophia Fermor. He is come over, and met me and her the other night; he turned pale, spoke to her several times in the evening, but not long, and sighed to me at going away. He came over all alone; |
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