'
'He had unrivalled meerschaums,' said Mr. Annesley, 'and he was most
liberal. There are two. You know I never use them, but they are handsome
furniture.'
'Those Dalmaines are fine girls,' said the Duke of St. James.
'Very pretty creatures! Do you know, Duke,' said Annesley, 'I think the
youngest one something like Miss Dacre.'
'Indeed! I cannot say the resemblance struck me.'
'I see old mother Dalmaine dresses her as much like the Doncaster belle
as she possibly can.'
'Yes, and spoils her,' said Lord Squib; 'but old mother Dalmaine, with
all her fuss, was ever a bad cook, and overdid everything.'
'Young Dalmaine, they say,' observed Lord Darrell, 'is in a sort of a
scrape.'
'Ah! what?'
'Oh! some confusion at head-quarters. A great tallow-chandler's son got
into the regiment, and committed some heresy at mess.'
'I do not know the brother,' said the Duke.
'You are fortunate, then. He is unendurable. To give you an idea of him,
suppose you met him here (which you never will), he would write to you
the next day, "My dear St. James."'
'My tailor presented me his best compliments, the other morning,' said
the Duke.
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