Penelope : $b or, Love's labour lost. A novel. Volume 3 (of 3)Scargill, William Pitt
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Penelope : $b or, Love's labour lost. A novel. Volume 3 (of 3)
Scargill, William Pitt
England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
Then his lordship spoke so violently and disrespectfully concerning
boroughs and parliament, that the colonel, who was a very loyal man,
was quite shocked. His lordship expressed also such wishes concerning
these valuable articles, as none but the veriest radical would think of
expressing in his sober senses.
“I wish I could go for you,” replied the courteous colonel.
“I wish you could,” answered his lordship; but both parties knew
that such wish was vain, and so no more was said on that topic. The
agitated lover then with restless and uneasy step paced up and down
the apartment bewailing, in various established and authorized phrases
used on such occasions, his very hard lot. The colonel listened most
patiently to these lamentations, and ever and anon he besought his
lordship to compose himself. But his lordship listened not to the
consoling language of his friend Crop; and it is impossible to say how
long this melancholy scene might have continued, had it not been for an
interruption arising from the announcement of dinner.
At this sound the colonel aroused himself, and with unusual energy of
persuasion besought his lordship to suspend his grief a little while.
His lordship was not quite so distressed by the dreadful calamity
which had visited him in the shape of a letter from London, as to have
lost all appetite for dinner, and he therefore yielded to the friendly
persuasions of the gallant colonel, and the two friends were seated at
the dinner table.
Colonel Crop was not at any time much addicted to loquacity, but at
dinner time he was as mute as a fish; and Lord Spoonbill was not quite
so far lost to all consideration as to suffer himself to talk about
his sorrows before the servants. But when the cloth was removed and
the servants withdrawn, and the gentlemen left to their own talk,
the refreshing effects of the dinner were felt by both parties; his
lordship became more composed and the colonel more animated. Then
the subject was copiously and amply discussed, and many schemes were
proposed, to all of which in succession the colonel gave his assent.
But this gallant officer was by no means very attentive to the various
particulars suggested by the enamoured hereditary legislator. For as
the colonel was always assentient to everything which might be said,
thought, or done by any of his right honorable feeders, he was not
attentive to statements, as if they required any consideration.
After much had been said by Lord Spoonbill as to the most probable
means of obtaining possession of the lovely one, and when his
lordship’s ingenuity in devising seem to be exhausted, and when
Colonel Crop seemed to think that it was necessary that he should say
something, then did he in his usual abrupt style of eloquence say:
“Perhaps, my lord, I had better bring the lady up to London with me?”
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