'
'Ha, ha, ha,' faintly laughed Mr. Annesley. 'What have they been doing
so remarkable?'
'Nothing,' said Lord Squib. 'That is just their fault. They have
every recommendation; but when any member of that family is in a room,
everybody feels so exceedingly sleepy that they all sink to the ground.
That is the reason that there are so many ottomans at Heavyside House.'
'Is it true,' asked the Duke, 'that his Grace really has a flapper?'
'Unquestionably,' said Lord Squib. 'The other day I was announced,
and his attendant was absent. He had left his instrument on a sofa. I
immediately took it up, and touched my Lord upon his hump. I never knew
him more entertaining. He really was quite lively.'
'But Diana is a favourite goddess of mine,' said Annesley; 'taste that
hock.'
'Superb! Where did you get it?'
'A present from poor Raffenburg.'
'Ah! where is he now?'
'At Paris, I believe.'
'Paris! and where is she?'
'I liked Raffenburg,' said Lord Squib; 'he always reminded me of a
country innkeeper who supplies you with pipes and tobacco gratis,
provided that you will dine with him.
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