His Grace — page 140: what you’re looking at

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134 __ HIS GRACE. CHAPTER XI. A CONGENIAL PARTY. DIFFERENT people have different methods of express- ing the ire which has to be expressed somehow or other, but which good manners forbid them to put into lan- guage. Lady Deverell, when she is angry, lets off steam, soto speak, by blowing her nose loudly, frequently and unnecessarily. Now, on entering the drawing-room at Lavenham, arrayed in the evening garb which had been duly delivered to me just as the dressing-bell rang, I perceived that Lady Deverell was the sole occupant of that vast saloon, and also that she was blowing her nose. It was, therefore, very evident to me that I was going to catch it—and, sure enough, I did. “Your duties,” she began, “‘ don’t.appear to be very arduous. May I make so bold as to ask whether you do anything at all when you are at Hurstbourne Castle ?”’ I replied that on most days of the week I did a great many things; whereupon she wanted to know what things. “Well,” I said, “the management of the estate is in my hands and I keep all the accounts.” “Oh, indeed!” she returned, with a snort. “The keeping of the accounts must be very interesting and satisfactory work, from all that I hear, and Gomicboo “S (E(@)