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At this moment Lord George came in, and shook his family apothecary by the hand, with an air of familiarity which astounded mademoiselle. ” Qu’est ce que c’est ?” whispered she to Dashwood, who followed his lordship: “is not dis his apothicaire ?” Dashwood, at this question, burst into a loud laugh. “Mr. Mountague,” cried he, “have you been prescribing for mademoiselle? she asks if you are not an apothecary.”

Immediately Lord George, who was fond of a joke, especially where there was a chance of throwing ridicule upon any body superior to him in abilities, joined most heartily in Dashwood’s mirth; repeating the story, as “an excellent thing,” to every one, as they came down to breakfast; especially to Lady Augusta, whom he congratulated, the moment she entered the room, upon her having danced the preceding evening with an apothecary. “Here he is!” said he, pointing to Mr. Mountague.

” Ma chere amie! mon coeur! tink of my mistaking your Mr. Mountague for such a sort of person! If you had only told me, sir, dat you were Miladi Augusta’s partner last night, it would have saved me de necessity of making ten million apologies for my stupidity, dat could not find it out. Ma chere amie! Mon coeur! Miladi Augusta, will you make my excuse?”

” Ma chere amie! mon coeur! ” repeated Mr. Mountague to himself: “is it possible that this woman can be an intimate friend of Lady Augusta?” What was his surprise, when he discovered that Mlle. Panache had been her ladyship’s governess! He fell into a melancholy reverie for some moments. “So she has been educated by a vulgar, silly, conceited French governess!” said he to himself; “but that is her misfortune, not her fault. She is very young, and a man of sense might make her what he pleased.” When Mr. Mountague recovered from his reverie, he heard the company, as they seated themselves at the breakfast-table, begin to talk over the last night’s ball. “You did not tire yourself last night with dancing, my lord,” said Dashwood.

“No; I hate dancing,” replied Lord George: “I wish the ladies would take to dancing with one another; I think that would be an excellent scheme.” An aunt of his lordship, who was present, took great offence at this suggestion of her nephew. She had been used to the deference paid in former times to the sex; and she said she could not bear to see women give up their proper places in society. “Really, George,” added she, turning to her nephew, “I wish you would not talk in this manner. The young men now give themselves the strangest airs. Lady S—-, I will expose him; do you know, last night, he was lolling at his full length upon a bench in the ball-room, while three young handsome ladies were standing opposite to him, tired to death.”

“They could not be more tired than I was, I am sure, ma’am.”

“Why, you had not been dancing, and they had.”

“Had they, ma’am? that was not my fault. I did not ask ’em to dance, and I don’t see it was my business to ask ’em to sit down. I did not know who they were, at any rate,” concluded his lordship, sullenly.

“You knew they were women, and as such entitled to your respect.”

Lord George gave a sneering smile, looked at Dashwood, and pulled up his boot.

“Another thing–you were in the house three weeks with Miss Earl last summer; you met her yesterday evening, and you thought proper not to take the least notice of her.”

“Miss, Earl, ma’am; was she there?”

“Yes, close to you, and you never even bowed to her.”

“I did not see her, ma’am.”

“Mrs. Earl spoke to you.”

“I didn’t hear her, ma’am.”

“I told you of it at the moment.”

“I didn’t understand you, ma’am.”

“Besides, ma’am,” interposed Dashwood, “as to Miss Earl, if she meant that my lord should bow to her, she should have curtsied first to him.”