“Do you know the countess?” said Mr. Smith, in respectful surprise, to Ritson.
“Oh, very well,” replied the Coryphaeus of Cheltenham, swinging his Woodstock glove to and fro; “I have often danced with her at Almack’s.”
“Is she a good deencer?” asked Mrs. Dollimore.
“O, capital,” responded Mr. Ritson; “she’s such a nice genteel little figure.”
Sir Ralph, apparently tired of this “feeshionable” conversation, swaggered away.
“Pray,” said Mrs. Dollimore, “who is that geentleman?”
“Sir Ralph Rumford,” replied Smith, eagerly, “a particular friend of mine at Cambridge.”
“I wonder if he’s going to make a long steey?” said Mrs. Dollimore.
“Yes, I believe so,” replied Mr. Smith, “if we make it agreeable to him.”
“You must positively introduce him to me,” said Mrs. Dollimore.