'
'But I like that wild little Ducis,' said Lord Squib. 'She puts me in
mind of a wild cat.'
'And Marunia of a Bengal tiger,' said his Grace.
'She is a fine woman, though,' said Lord Darrell.
'I think your cousin, St. James,' said Lord Squib, 'will get into a
scrape with Marunia. I remember Chetwynd telling me, and he was not apt
to complain on that score, that he never should have broken up if it had
not been for her.'
'But he was an extravagant fellow,' said Mr. Annesley: 'he called me in
at his _bouleversement_ for advice, as I have the reputation of a
good economist. I do not know how it is, though I see these things
perpetually happen; but why men, and men of small fortunes, should
commit such follies, really exceeds my comprehension. Ten thousand
pounds for trinkets, and nearly as much for old furniture!'
'Chetwynd kept it up a good many years, though, I think,' said Lord
Darrell. 'I remember going to see his rooms when I first came over. You
recollect his pearl fountain of Cologne water?'
'Millecolonnes fitted up his place, I think?' asked the young Duke; 'but
it was before my time.
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