How
shocking! Blow us all up as soon as look at us.'
'If you do not tell me who she is directly, you shall never get into
White's. I will black-ball you regularly.'
'Lor! man, don't be in a passion. I will tell. But then I know you know
all the time. You are joking. Everybody knows the beauty of the county;
everybody knows May Dacre.'
'May Dacre!' said the Duke of St. James, as if he were shot.
'Why, what is the matter now?' asked Lord Bag-shot.
'What, the daughter of Dacre of Castle Dacre?' pursued his Grace.
'The very same; the beauty of the county. Everybody knows May Dacre. I
knew you knew her all the time. You did not take me in. Why, what is the
matter?'
'Nothing; get away!'
'Civil! But you will remember your promise about White's?'
'Ay! ay! I shall remember you when you are proposed.'
'Here, here is a business!' soliloquized the young Duke. 'May Dacre!
What a fool I have been! Shall I shoot myself through the head, or
embrace her on the spot? Lord St. Jerome, too! He seems mightily
pleased. And my family have been voting for two centuries to emancipate
this fellow! Curse his grinning face! I am decidedly anti-Catholic.
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