SPOONER,
I am commissioned to inform you that Miss Palliser is
engaged to be married to Mr. Gerard Maule.
Yours faithfully,
CHILTERN.
The young lady had consented to be thus explicit because it had been
already determined that no secret should be kept as to her future
prospects.
"He is one of those poverty-stricken wheedling fellows that one meets
about the world every day," said the Squire to his cousin--"a fellow
that rides horses that he can't pay for, and owes some poor devil of
a tailor for the breeches that he sits in. They eat, and drink, and
get along heaven only knows how. But they're sure to come to smash at
last. Girls are such fools nowadays."
"I don't think there has ever been much difference in that," said the
cousin.
"Because a man greases his whiskers, and colours his hair, and paints
his eyebrows, and wears kid gloves, by George, they'll go through
fire and water after him. He'll never marry her."
"So much the better for her."
"But I hate such d---- impudence.
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