Let us do something to astound these elegant barbarians. Look at
that young gentleman: how stiff he is! A Yorkshire Apollo! Look at that
old lady; how elaborately she simpers! The Venus of the Riding! They
absolutely attempt to flirt. Let us give them a gallop!'
He was advancing to salute this provincial couple; but his more mature
companion repressed him.
'Ah! I forgot,' said the young Duke. 'I am Yorkshire. If I were a
western, like yourself, I might compromise my character. Your Grace
monopolises the fun.'
'I think you may safely attack them,' said Miss Dacre. 'I do not think
you will be recognised. People entertain in this barbarous country, such
vulgar, old-fashioned notions of a Duke of St. James, that I have not
the least doubt your Grace might have a good deal of fun without being
found out.'
'There is no necessity,' said the Duke, 'to fly from Miss Dacre for
amusement. By-the-bye, you make a good repartee. You must permit me to
introduce you to my friend, Lord Squib. I am sure you would agree so.'
'I have been introduced to Lord Squib.'
'And you found him most amusing? Did he say anything which vindicates my
appointment of him as my court jester?'
'I found him modest.
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