She was pleased
with this public homage of Arundel Dacre; because he was one who, with
the reputation of talents, family, and fashion, seldom spoke to anyone,
and his attentions elevated their object. Thus she maintained her
empire.
St. Maurice now came up to excuse himself to the young Duke for not
attending at the Alhambra to-night. 'Sophy could not bear it,' he
whispered: 'she had got her head full of the most ridiculous fancies,
and it was in vain to speak: so he had promised to give up that, as well
as Crockford's.'
This reminded our hero of his party, and the purpose of his entering the
opera. He determined not to leave Caroline till her carriage was called;
and he began to think that he really must go to the Alhambra, after all.
He resolved to send them off at an early hour.
'Anything new to-night, Henry?' asked his Grace, of Lord St. Maurice. 'I
have just come in.'
'Oh! then you have seen them?'
'Seen whom?'
'The most knowing _forestieri_ we ever had. We have been speaking of
nothing else the whole evening. Has not Caroline told you? Arundel Dacre
introduced me to them.
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