Tales and Novels — Volume 06 by Maria Edgeworth
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many other people, "Il gatoit l'esprit qu'il avoit, en voulant avoir
celui qu'il n'avoit pas." Having been apprised that Lord Colambre was a fine scholar, fresh from Cambridge, and being conscious of his own deficiencies of literature, instead of trusting to his natural talents, he summoned to his aid, with no small effort, all the scraps of learning he had acquired in early days, and even brought before the company all the gods and goddesses with whom he had formed an acquaintance at school. Though embarrassed by this unusual encumbrance of learning, he endeavoured to make all subservient to his immediate design, of paying his court to Lady Clonbrony, by forwarding the object she had most anxiously in view--the match between her son and Miss Broadhurst. "And so, Miss Nugent," said he, not daring, with all his assurance, to address himself directly to Lady Clonbrony, "and so, Miss Nugent, you are going to have great doings, I'm told, and a wonderful grand gala. There's nothing in the wide world equal to being in a good handsome crowd. No later now than the last ball at the Castle, that was before I left Dublin, Miss Nugent, the apartments, owing to the popularity of my lady lieutenant, was so throng--so throng--that I remember very well, in the doorway, a lady--and a very genteel woman she was, too--though a stranger to me, saying to me, 'Sir, your finger's in my ear.'--'I know it, madam," says I; 'but I can't take it out till the crowd give me elbow-room.' "But it's the gala I'm thinking of now--I hear you are to have the golden Venus, my Lady Clonbrony, won't you?" "Sir!" |
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