'
'Lord Bon Mot is a most gentlemanlike man,' said Delia, indignant at
an admirer being attacked. 'He always wants to be amusing. Whenever he
dines out, he comes and sits with me for half an hour to catch the air
of the Parisian badinage.'
'And you tell him a variety of little things?' asked Lord Squib,
insidiously drawing out the secret tactics of Bon Mot.
'_Beaucoup, beaucoup_,' said Delia, extending two little white hands
sparkling with gems. 'If he come in ever so, how do you call it? heavy,
not that: in the domps. Ah! it is that. If ever he come in the domps, he
goes out always like a _soufflee_.'
'As empty, I have no doubt,' said the witty lady.
'And as sweet, I have no doubt,' said Lord Squib; 'for Delcroix
complains sadly of your excesses, Delia.'
'Mr. Delcroix complain of me! That, indeed, is too bad. Just because I
recommend Montmorency de Versailles to him for an excellent customer,
ever since he abuses me, merely because Montmorency has forgot, in the
hurry of going off, to pay his little account.'
'But he says you have got all the things,' said Lord Squib, whose great
amusement was to put Delia in a passion.
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