I thought you knew them.
You were admiring his outriders to-day, the green and silver.'
'Why, Bag told me they were old Lord Sunderland's.'
'Bag! How can you believe a word that booby says? He always has an
answer. To-day, when Afy drove in, I asked Bag who she was, and he said
it was his aunt, Lady de Courcy. I begged to be introduced, and took
over the blushing Bag and presented him.'
'But the father; the father, Lucy! How shall I get out of this scrape?'
'Oh! put on a bold face. Here! give him this ring, and swear you
procured it for him at Genoa, and then say that, now you are here, you
will try his pheasants.'
'My dear fellow, you always joke. I am in agony. Seriously, what shall I
do?'
'Why, seriously, be introduced to him, and do what you can.'
'Which is he?'
'At the extreme end, next to the very pretty woman, who, by-the-bye, I
recommend to your notice: Mrs. Dallington Vere. She is amusing. I know
her well. She is some sort of relation to your Dacres. I will present
you to both at once.'
'Why! I will think of it.'
'Well, then! I must away. The two stewards knocking their heads together
is rather out of character.
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