‘Was your slave, Mrs. Dallington,’ said the young Duke, bowing profoundly, with his hand on his heart.
‘I remember she said the same thing to me,’ said the Duke of Burlington, ‘about ten years before.’
‘That was her grandmother, Burley,’ said the Duke of St. James.
‘Her grandmother!’ said Mrs. Dallington, exciting the contest.
‘Decidedly,’ said the young Duke. ‘I remember my friend always spoke of the Duke of Burlington as grandpapa.’
‘You will profit, I have no doubt, then, by the company of so venerable a friend,’ said Miss Dacre.
‘Why,’ said the young Duke, ‘I am not a believer in the perfectibility of the species; and you know, that when we come to a certain point——’
‘We must despair of improvement,’ said the Duke of Burlington.
‘Your Grace came forward, like a true knight, to my rescue,’ said Miss Dacre, bowing to the Duke of Burlington.
‘Beauty can inspire miracles,’ said the Duke of St. James.