The Young Duchess; or, Memoirs of a Lady of Quality — page 159: what you’re looking at

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THE YOUNG DUCHESS; OR MEMOIRS OF A LADY OF QUALITY. [i a ina i} lam ‘Oh, indeed—I—I—mean to say—I did not observe you at the moment.” “TI know you didn’t,” laughed Sylvester. “A pretty rig it would be if you was to go and get run over by a cab just as the wedding day’s fixed and you're to be spliced to my sister in a wee ‘Ah, then your father has told you “Told me that it’s all arranged, and that you was in the house with Selina when I went in to lunch. I didn’t choose to disturb you—I thoyght you was having a nice little ¢é¢e-a-téte together.” “ Oh, then you have not been home to dinner ?” asked Launcelot, anxious to know what account Selina might have given of the result of the in- teryiew. “No—not I. I dined up at the Clarendon in Bond Street. No. 19.—THE Youna Ducness, a _ aT 8 ; 3 5 a , tot % Sema titi a i Th | iy. iN 4 (iyi ' Iii \ ti 7m a | \ IF | [ iii iH i a é 44 ee Se & y De ARN ik ‘ ' ui eT 1 \\ Pm | | ; Di aly) .L Li rie, \* 4 r{C Just a little turbot, sothe turtle, mn a My ue mm na an aa in i 4 ( Finan nal all see \ a | OHA su fy an H PT il ul Nu and a neck of venison—a pint of champagne and a bottle of claret,—that was my dinner,” added Sylvester, giving three or four complacent puffs at his, cigar. ‘* Well, it is very strange,” said Launcelot, “but I was coming along Bridge Street about an hour ago, and I could have declared that I saw you enter that little coffee-house near the news- shop ” “6 What !”—and Sylvester became scarlet. ‘““Me go to a coffee-house? Well, by jingo, Launcelot, if you think so ill of me as all that, I'd better go and pistol myself: “Til of you? Indeed I should not think ill of you on that account.” “Come, d it, man!” cried Sylvester, affect- ing to be half-indignant, “a joke’s a joke; but e comiclooolk Colin