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"I am going to Norfolk for two weeks, madam."

"That will do. It is a worse punishment than I should have given you.

Norfolk! There is only one word between it and the plantations. At this

time of the year, it is a clay pudding full of villages. Give me your

arm, Dick; I shall play no more until my luck turns again. Losing cards

are dull company indeed."

"I am very sorry that you have been losing. I came to ask for the loan

of a hundred pounds, grandmother."

"No, sir, I will not lend you a hundred pounds; nor am I in the humour

to do anything else you desire."

"I make my apology for the request. I ought to have asked Katherine."

"No, sir, you ought not to have asked Katherine. You ought to take what

you want. Jack Capel took every shilling of my fortune and neither said

'by your leave' nor 'thank you.' Did the Dutchman tie the bag too

close?"

"Councillor Van Heemskirk left it open, in my honour. When I am

scoundrel enough to touch it, I shall not come and see you at all,

grandmother."

"Upon my word, a very pretty compliment! Well, sir, I'll pay you a

hundred pounds for it. When do you start?"

"To-morrow morning."

"Make it afternoon, and take care of me as far as your aunt Julia's. The

duke is of the royal bed-chamber this month, and I am going to see my

daughter while he is away. It will make him supremely wretched at court

to know that I am in his house. So I am going there, and I shall take

care he knows it."

"I have heard a great deal of his new house."

"A play-house kind of affair, Dick, I assure you,--all in the French

style; gods and goddesses above your head, and very badly dressed nymphs

all around, and his pedigree on every window, and his coat of arms on

the very stairs. I have the greatest satisfaction in treading upon them,

I assure you."

"Why do you take the trouble to go? It can give you no pleasure."

"Imagine the true state of things, Dick. The duke is at court--say he is

holding the royal gold wash-basin; but in the very sunshine of King

George's smile, he is thinking, 'That snuffy old woman is lounging in my

white and gilt satin chairs, and handling all my Chinese curiosities,

and asking if every hideous Hindoo idol is a fresh likeness of me.' I am

always willing to take some trouble to give pleasure to the people I

like; I will gladly go to any amount of trouble to annoy the people I

hate as cordially as I hate my good, rich, noble son-in-law, the great

Duke of Exmouth."