'No, May; I am logical.'
'I have always heard that logic is much worse than wilfulness,' said
Lady Caroline.
'But Arundel always was both,' said Miss Dacre. 'He is not only
unreasonable, but he will always prove that he is right. Here is your
purse, sir!' she added with a smile, presenting him with the result of
her week's labour.
'This is the way she always bribes me, Lady Caroline. Do you approve of
this corruption?'
'I must confess, I have a slight though secret kindness for a little
bribery. Mamma is now on her way to Mortimer's, on a corrupt embassy.
The _nouvelle mariee_, you know, must be reconciled to her change of lot
by quite a new set of playthings. I can give you no idea of the necklace
that our magnificent cousin, in spite of his wound, has sent Sophy.'
'But then, such a cousin!' said Miss Dacre. 'A young Duke, like the
young lady in the fairy tale, should scarcely ever speak without
producing brilliants.'
'Sophy is highly sensible of the attention. As she amusingly observed,
except himself marrying her, he could scarcely do more. I hear the
carriage. Adieu, love! Good morning, Mr.
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