"Come," said I, "we shall be late, if you stand prosing there."
"I am thinking," said Frederick Bentinck, without stirring.
"You can think," I interrupted him, "as we go along." I took hold of his hand, and pulled him towards the door.
"Stop a minute," continued his lordship, "and attend to what I say. I risk a great deal, in going out with a woman like you."
"What do you mean by a woman like me?"
"Why—a woman—a woman—in short, and to speak plainly, of your loose morals!"
"You blockhead!" said I, running downstairs, and having determined in my own mind to be even with him.
The gardens were crowded to excess.
The late Marquess of Londonderry flattered my vanity, and made me prouder than ever my conquest of Lord Worcester could do, by merely looking at me. He certainly looked a great deal more than perhaps his lady might have thought civil. He struck me, particularly on that evening, as one of the most interesting looking men I had ever seen. At first Lord Frederick seemed rather timid, in regard to my loose morals and my striking elegant dress; but, observing that I excited some little admiration and that his sister, as he told me, looked at me as if she had been much surprised and pleased with me, he now grew proud of having me on his arm and pressed forward into the crowd; but I constantly tugged at his arm till I got into the most retired walks.