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HIS GRACE. | 136 no doubt you give your entire mind to it. Your labors don’t seem to prevent you from treating your- self to a whole holiday as often as you like, though,” To attempt to defend oneself against the attacks of an irritable old woman is, I take it, a sheer waste of time. Consequently, I made no reply, but listened patiently while I was told, in more or less plain terms, that I was going to the deuce, and that Lady Deverell was very glad my poor dear mother had been spared the spectacle of her son’s degradation. But of course it was not really with me that her ladyship was so wroth, and when she had whetted her teeth upon my blameless and defenceless character, she proceeded, as I knew she would, to fall upon her genuine quarry. “IT suppose it would be absurd,” she remarked, after she had said every ill-natured thing about Hurstbourne that she could possibly say, ‘‘to expect good taste from his mother’s son; but I dorather wonder at his having forced poor Mr. Gascoigne to put him up for the night when there wasn’t the slightest necessity for it. Gen- erous and liberal as Mr. Gascoigne is, he can’t have much friendly feeling for a man who strained every nerve to keep him out of Parliament, and, political considerations apart, the Duke of Hurstbourne is scarcely the sort of person whom he would have wished to have in his house, if he had been allowed any choice in the matter.” “Liberality and generosity,” I replied, “are not always interchangeable terms, and I would not for the world cast a doubt upon the liberality of sostaunch a Conservative as Mr. Gascoigne. That he is generous we all know, and I feel sure that, in this instance, his generosity has not been misplaced. Upon my Eomichoo cS €o im