'
'Do you mean,' asked Lord Squib, 'when your cabriolet broke down before
her door, and she sent out to request that you would make yourself quite
at home?'
'I mean that fatal day,' replied Mr. Annesley. 'I afterwards discovered
she had bribed my tiger.'
'Do you know Eugenie's sister, St. James?' asked Lord Darrell.
'Yes: she is very clever; very popular at Paris. But I like Eugenie,
because she is so good-natured. Her laugh is so hearty.'
'So it is,' said Lord Squib. 'Do you remember that girl at Madrid,
Annesley, who used to laugh so?'
'What, Isidora? She is coming over.'
'But I thought it was high treason to plunder the grandees' dovecotes?'
'Why, all our regular official negotiations have failed. She is not
permitted to treat with a foreign manager; but the new ambassador has
a secretary, and that secretary has some diplomatic ability, and so
Isidora is to be smuggled over.'
'In a red box, I suppose,' said Lord Squib.
'I rather admire our Adele,' said the Duke of St. James. 'I really think
she dances with more _aplomb_ than any of them.'
'Oh! certainly; she is a favourite of mine.
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