Weimar's Trust

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER III. My dear Doctor, said he, to Goldsmith, what harm does it do a man to call him Holofernes ? Pooh, ma'am, he exclaimed to Mrs. Carter, who is the worse for being talked of uncharitably ? Dr. Johnson and his Times. Macaulat. . Well, Constance, how did you enjoy your ball last night ? asked...
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER III. My dear Doctor, said he, to Goldsmith, what harm does it do a man to call him Holofernes ? Pooh, ma'am, he exclaimed to Mrs. Carter, who is the worse for being talked of uncharitably ? Dr. Johnson and his Times. Macaulat. . Well, Constance, how did you enjoy your ball last night ? asked Eugenie, as she entered, at mid-day, the bed-chamber of that young lady, who was not yet up. Dear cousin, it would have been charming T)ut for that perverse papa of mine, who would not let me dance with the beaux I preferred, but mounted guard over me like a horrid sentinel. There was one ' duck of a young man, ' whom papa glared at with Oorgon grimness, hoping to turn him into stone; but never saw I mortal man so impervious to black looks Not a whit abashed was he He treated papa with as much reverence as if he had been an old figure-head instead of the Great Mogul he is. That tiresome old thing, Lady Greystone, (looking like a hearse in her pall-like black velvet dress and her nodding plumes, with her dismal husband as attendant mute, ) introduced my hero for a deux-temps. Papa immediately said I was engaged. He thought he was putting his veto on the matter by telling this fib; for you know he never allows me to dance with any but grandees, and he had already denied me to about a dozen, waiting for some grander offer. However, I out-manoeuvred him, for I simpered up, as innocent as a lamb, in his face, and said, with the prettiest bleat you ever heard, ?'No, dear papa, you are mistaken; I am not engaged for this dance ' My cavalier immediately proffered his arm, and away I tripped, looking so mincingly unconscious Jenny, I do believe at that moment papa could have whipped me It is not too late now, Con, said her friend, laughing; take c...