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“I hope I do not disturb you,” said Temple, as he leaned on the table at
which the other was seated.
“Throw that cigar away, and I'll tell you,” said the old man, with a
faint smile. “I never can conquer my aversion to tobacco. What do you
want to say? Is it anything we cannot talk over at dinner, or after
dinner?--for this post leaves at such an inconvenient hour, it gives me
scant time to write.”
“I beg a thousand pardons, sir; but I have just heard that a very
distinguished member of our corps--I mean the diplomatic corps--is down
in this neighborhood, and I want your permission to ask him over here.”
“Who is he?”
“Lord Culduff.”
“What! that old scamp who ran away with Lady Clifford? I thought he
could n't come to England?”
“Why, sir, he is one of the first men we have. It was he that
negotiated the Erzeroum treaty, and I heard Sir Stamford Bolter say he
was the only man in England who understood the Sound dues.”
“He ran off with another man's wife, and I don't like that.”
“Well, sir, as he didn't marry her afterwards, it was clear it was only
a passing indiscretion.”
“Oh, indeed! that view of it never occurred to me. I suppose, then, it
is in this light the corps regards it?”
“I trust so, sir. Where there is no complication there is no loss of
character; and as Lord Culduff is received everywhere, and courted in
the very best circles, I think it would be somewhat strange if we were
to set up to teach the world how it ought to treat him.”
“I have no such pretension. I simply claim the right to choose the
people I invite to my house.”
“He may be my chief to-morrow or next day,” said Temple.
“So much the worse for you.”
“Certainly not, sir, if we seize the opportunity to show him some
attentions. He is a most high-bred gentleman, and from his abilities,
his rank, and his connections, sure to be at the head of the line; and
I confess I 'd be very much ashamed if he were to hear, as he is sure to
hear, that I was in his vicinity without my ever having gone to wait on
him.”
“Go by all means, then. Wait upon him at once, Temple; but I tell you
frankly, I don't fancy presenting such a man to your sisters.”
“Why, sir, there is not a more unobjectionable man in all England; his
manners are the very type of respectful deference towards ladies. He
belongs to that old school which professes to be shocked with modern
levity, while his whole conversation is a sort of quiet homage.”
“Well, well; how long would he stay,--a week?”
“A couple of days, perhaps, if he came at all. Indeed, I greatly doubt
that he would come. They say he is here about some coal-mine they have
discovered on his property.”
“What! has he found coal?” cried the old man, eagerly.
“So it is said, sir; or, at least, he hopes so.”
“It's only lignite. I 'm certain it's only lignite. I have been
deceived myself twice or thrice, and I don't believe coal--real
coal--exists in this part of Ireland.”
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