'A gay sailor is quite
the thing.'
'And Charles Fitzroy,' said Annesley, 'because I am under obligations to
him, and promised to have him in my eye.'
'And Bagshot for a butt,' said the Duke.
'And Backbite for a buffoon,' said Mr. Annesley.
'And for the rest,' said the young Duke, 'the rest of the crew, I vote,
shall be women. The Dalmaines will just do.'
'And the little Trevors,' said Lord Darrell.
'And Long Harrington,' said Lord Squib. 'She is my beauty.'
'And the young Ducie,' said Annesley. 'And Mrs. Dallington of course,
and Caroline St. Maurice, and Charlotte Bloomerly; really, she was
dressed most prettily last night; and, above all, the queen bee of the
hive, May Dacre, eh! St. James? And I have another proposition,' said
Annesley, with unusual animation. 'May Dacre won the St. Leger, and
ruled the course; and May Dacre shall win the cup, and rule the waves.
Our yacht shall be christened by the Lady Bird of Yorkshire.'
'What a delightful thing it would be,' said the Duke of St. James, 'if,
throughout life, we might always choose our crew; cull the beauties, and
banish the bores.
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