The Girl's Own Paper, Vol. XX, No. 993, January 7, 1899 — John Shaqi
The Girl's Own Paper, Vol. XX, No. 993, January 7, 1899Various
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The Girl's Own Paper, Vol. XX, No. 993, January 7, 1899
Various
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“Last week I was in Bristol for three days, with our Grandmother’s
old friends, Mr. and Mrs. Graham. I was asked to a dance with them,
and I went, but without the smallest idea of dancing, having been
assured that beaux were scarce, and strangers seldom asked. So I
determined to enjoy seeing others more fortunate, and to pass a
quiet stupid evening, meditating on an absent Somebody—can you by
any possibility guess Whom, my dear Sir?
“But matters turned out otherwise. I had entered the room only a
few minutes, when a most genteel handsome young Man advanced, and
with such sort of speeches as you all make solicited the honour of
my hand. To tell you the honest and plain truth, I had seen him
before, and I therefore graciously assented. I left the ladies that
accompanied me—Mrs. Graham and Mrs. Graham’s sister—to look out
for themselves; and I began thereupon to enjoy myself. Now, if you
want to know his name, you must wait till I choose to tell you. He
contributed to my passing a very agreeable evening; and so far I
am obliged to him, for he knew many who were present, and he took
good care that I should be in no lack of partners; but whether I
ever see him again does not seem to be of any sort of consequence.
Everyone was astonished at my great good luck in dancing, for
the Gentlemen were, as usual, idle. There were some sad Coxcombs
present, I regret to say, who found it too much exertion even
to come forward and shawl a lady, when she was departing. But I
forget—I am writing to one who knows not the meaning of the word
‘trouble,’ and who would never leave any woman, not if she were
the _least_ Bewitching of her Sex, to stand neglected, if he could
put matters right. So you see, my dear Sir, what my opinion of you
is.
“Having related thus much, I really am bound to go farther, and
to inform you that the young man’s name was Albert Peirce, that
he is a nephew of the good Admiral, that he is an officer in His
Majesty’s Army, and that I saw him at Sandgate, the evening before
our great scare about the Invasion. After all his civilities in the
way of getting me Partners, he also handed me down to the vastly
elegant Supper, which was provided; and by that time, there’s no
doubt, I needed it.
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