'
'Oh! yes; little Bijou,' said Annesley. 'He has done you justice, Duke.
I think the Alhambra much the prettiest thing in town.'
'I was attacked the other day most vigorously by Mrs. Dallington to
obtain a sight,' said Lord Squib. 'I referred her to Lucy Grafton. Do
you know, St. James, I have half a strange idea that there is a renewal
in that quarter?'
'So they say,' said the Duke; 'if so, I confess I am surprised.' But
they remembered Lord Darrell, and the conversation turned.
'Those are clever horses of Lincoln Graves,' said Mr. Annesley.
'Neat cattle, as Bagshot says,' observed Lord Squib.
'Is it true that Bag is going to marry one of the Wrekins?' asked the
Duke.
'Which?' asked Lord Squib; 'not Sophy, surely I thought she was to be
your cousin. I dare say,' he added, 'a false report. I suppose, to use
a Bagshotism, his governor wants it; but I should think Lord Cub would
not yet be taken in. By-the-bye, he says you have promised to propose
him at White's, St. James.'
'Oppose him, I said,' rejoined the Duke. 'Bag really never understands
English. However, I think it as probable that he will lounge there as on
the Treasury bench.
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