Great Britain -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Self-control -- Fiction; Women -- Fiction
'Before another evening I will give you reasons which I am
sure will satisfy you.' 'I am sure,' said Hargrave, darting a very
significant look towards Laura, 'if Miss Montreville, instead of cards,
prefers allowing me to attend her in your absence, I shall gain
infinitely by the exchange.' Laura, to whom his glance made this hint
very intelligible, reddened; and, saying she would by no means interrupt
his amusement, was again turning to seek a substitute among her
tittering neighbours, when Mrs Clermont prevented her, by calling out to
a lady at a considerable distance. 'My dear Dutchess, do have the
goodness to come hither, and talk to this whimsical beauty of ours. She
is seized with an economical fit, and has taken it into her pretty
little head that I am quite a gambler because I fix her stake at
half-a-guinea.' 'What may not youth and beauty do!' said her Grace,
looking at Laura with a smile half-sly half-insinuating. 'When I was the
Miss Montreville of my day, I too might have led the fashion of playing
for pence, though now I dare not venture even to countenance it.' The
mere circumstance of rank could never discompose Laura; and, rather
taking encouragement from the charming though faded countenance of the
speaker, she replied, 'But, in consideration of having no pretensions to
lead the fashion, may I not claim exemption from following it?' 'Oh, by
no means,' said her Grace. 'When once you have entered the world of
fashion, you must either be the daring leader or the humble follower. If
you choose the first, you must defy the opinions of all other people;
and, if the last, you must have a suitable indifference for your own.'
'A gentle intimation,' returned Laura, 'that in the world of fashion I
am quite out of place, since nothing but my own opinion is more awful to
me than that of others.' 'Miss Montreville,' said Lady Pelham, with an
aspect of vinegar, 'we all await your pleasure.' 'Pray, Madam,' answered
Laura, 'do not let me detain you a moment; I shall easily dispose of
myself.' 'Take up your cards this instant, and let us have no more of
these airs,' said Lady Pelham, now without affectation whispering, in
order to conceal from her elegant companions the wrath which was,
however, distinctly written in her countenance.
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