The Young Duchess; or, Memoirs of a Lady of Quality — page 103: what you’re looking at

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THE YOUNG DUCHESS; OR, MEMOIRS OF A LADY OF QUALITY. £9 if we me know of the yacht-dioner next Monday! Well, ' § that’s a comfort. What next? Old Casey? Why, he called, Phipps said. Insists on seeing me to- morrow! The devil he does? Ah! here is quite another biliet. ‘ Lady Todmorden’s compliments’ What is it? Ball, eh—on Thursday week! Ah, ha! her ladyship has got three portionless | daughters to get off—and she thinks that Chris- topher Warren, stockbroker, would make an ex- cellent match for one of them! What a world it | is !\-what wheels within wheels !—what a con- | tinued series of illustrations of the process of ; diamond cutting diamond! Ah! it is indeed a rum world !” The reflection made Mr. Warren more and more thoughtfal; and then he applied himself to a second bottle of champagne, the effect of which was eventually to put him into such excellent spirits that he started up, snapped his fingers, and No. 12.—Tuae Yotune Ducitess. t ee Ss seemed to be in a position to bid defiance to the whole world. Mr. Warren sat down again; and he now looked more deliberately over his letters than he had previously done. The strain in which two. or three of them were worded, began to produce. an effect which counterbalanced the exhilarating influence of champagne. The stockbroker felt himself growing moody and desponding once’ more: he also experienced a sensation of drowsi- ness—but he did not dare retire to bed immedi-_ diately, for he knew that by the time he reached his chamber he should be broad awake again, and he did not exactly like to be left alone with his own thoughts. Presently he sank back in his arm-chair—his head drooped forward—-and if he were not at once enveloped in the actual uncon- sciousness of slumber, he at all events sank into a state of dreamy repose. - a el te conniclooolk . RS AE eR ON Wn) Colin