"Well, you see, I bet on Lady Gay against
Cockadoodle, and if you'll believe me -- Hullo!
there's Mrs. Carroll, and deuse take me if she
hasn't got a girl with her! Look, Seguin!"--
and Joe Leavenworth, a "man of the world,"
aged twenty, paused in his account of an exciting
race to make the announcement.
Mr. Seguin, his friend and Mentor, as much his,
senior in worldly wickedness as in years, tore himself
from his breakfast long enough to survey the
new-comers, and then returned to it, saying,
briefly,--
"The old lady is worth cultivating,--gives
good suppers, and thanks you for eating them.
The girl is well got up, but has no style, and
blushes like a milkmaid. Better fight shy of her,
Joe."
"Do you think so? Well, now I rather fancy
that kind of thing. She's new, you,see, and I get
on with that sort of girl the best, for the old ones
are so deused knowing that a fellow has no chance
of a -- By the Lord Harry, she's eating bread
and milk!"
Young Leavenworth whisked his glass into his
eye, and Mr.
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