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The
Honourable
Miss
Fitz-Gander
who
has
a
great
reputation
for
virtue
,
is
anxious
,
for
pressing
and
particular
reasons
,
to
marry
Lord
Noodles
--
if
you
can
move
on
matters
between
them
into
a
definite
engagement
of
marriage
before
her
lady-mother
returns
from
her
duty-visits
in
Scotland
,
you
will
be
doing
her
a
good
turn
,
and
saving
society
a
scandal
.
To
amuse
the
men
I
suggest
plenty
of
shooting
,
gambling
,
and
unlimited
smoking
.
To
entertain
the
Prince
,
do
little
--
for
he
is
clever
enough
to
entertain
himself
privately
with
the
folly
and
humbug
of
those
he
sees
around
him
,
without
actually
sharing
in
the
petty
comedy
.
He
is
a
keen
observer
--
and
must
derive
infinite
gratification
from
his
constant
study
of
men
and
manners
,
which
is
sufficiently
deep
and
searching
to
fit
him
for
the
occupation
of
even
the
throne
of
England
.
I
say
'
even
,
'
for
at
present
,
till
Time
's
great
hour-glass
turns
,
it
is
the
grandest
throne
in
the
world
.
The
Prince
reads
,
understands
,
and
secretly
laughs
to
scorn
the
table-cloth
vagaries
of
the
Duchess
of
Rapidryder
,
the
humours
of
my
Lady
Bouncer
and
the
nervous
pruderies
of
the
Honourable
Miss
Fitz-Gander
.
And
there
is
nothing
he
will
appreciate
so
much
in
his
reception
as
a
lack
of
toadyism
,
a
sincere
demeanour
,
an
unostentatious
hospitality
,
a
simplicity
of
speech
,
and
a
total
absence
of
affectation
.
Remember
this
,
and
take
my
advice
for
what
it
is
worth
.
Of
all
the
Royalties
at
present
flourishing
on
this
paltry
planet
,
I
have
the
greatest
respect
for
the
Prince
of
Wales
,
and
it
is
by
reason
of
this
very
respect
that
I
do
not
intend
,
on
this
occasion
at
any
rate
,
to
thrust
myself
upon
his
notice
.
I
shall
arrive
at
Willowsmere
when
your
'
royal
'
festivities
are
over
.
My
homage
to
your
fair
spouse
,
the
Lady
Sibyl
,
and
believe
me
,
Yours
as
long
as
you
desire
it
Lucio
Rimânez
.
I
laughed
over
this
letter
and
showed
it
to
my
wife
,
who
did
not
laugh
.
She
read
it
through
with
a
closeness
of
attention
that
somewhat
surprised
me
,
and
when
she
laid
it
down
there
was
a
strange
look
of
pain
in
her
eyes
.
"
How
he
despises
us
all
!
"
she
said
slowly
--
"
What
scorn
underlies
his
words
!
Do
you
not
recognise
it
?
"
"
He
was
always
a
cynic
--
"
I
replied
indifferently
--
"
I
never
expect
him
to
be
anything
else
.
"
"
He
seems
to
know
some
of
the
ways
of
the
women
who
are
coming
here
--
"
she
went
on
in
the
same
musing
accents
;
"
It
is
as
if
he
read
their
thoughts
,
and
perceived
their
intentions
at
a
distance
.
"
Her
brows
knitted
frowningly
,
and
she
seemed
for
some
time
absorbed
in
gloomy
meditation
.
But
I
did
not
pursue
the
subject
--
I
was
too
intent
on
my
own
fussy
preparations
for
the
Prince
's
arrival
to
care
about
anything
else
.
And
,
as
I
have
said
,
Royalty
,
in
the
person
of
one
of
the
most
genial
of
men
,
came
and
went
through
the
whole
programme
devised
for
his
entertainment
,
and
then
departed
again
with
his
usual
courteous
acknowledgments
for
the
hospitality
offered
and
accepted
--
leaving
us
,
as
he
generally
leaves
everybody
,
charmed
with
his
good-humour
and
condescension
,
provided
his
temper
has
not
been
ruffled
.
When
,
with
his
exit
from
the
scene
,
the
whole
party
broke
up
,
leaving
my
wife
and
me
to
our
own
two
selves
once
more
,
there
came
a
strange
silence
and
desolation
over
the
house
that
was
like
the
stealthy
sense
of
some
approaching
calamity
.
Sibyl
seemed
to
feel
it
as
much
as
I
did
--
and
though
we
said
nothing
to
each
other
concerning
our
mutual
sensations
,
I
could
see
that
she
was
under
the
same
cloud
of
depression
as
myself
.
She
went
oftener
to
Lily
Cottage
,
and
always
from
these
visits
to
the
fair-haired
student
among
the
roses
,
came
back
,
I
hopefully
fancied
in
softer
mood
--
her
very
voice
was
gentler
--
her
eyes
more
thoughtful
and
tender
.
One
evening
she
said
--
