"Why Brummell went there for an hour before he came here," said Alvanly.
"Mr. Brummell had better go and pass a second hour with her ladyship," retorted Amy, "for we are really too full here."
"I am going for one," I said, putting on my shawl; for I began to think it would not do to neglect Argyle altogether. I made use of one of the Russian's carriages, to which Brummell handed me.
"To Argyle House, I suppose?" said Brummell, and then whispered in my ear, "You will be Duchess of Argyle, Harriette."
I found Argyle at his door, with his key, a little impatient. I asked him why he did not go to Amy's.
"I don't know your sister," answered his grace, "and I dislike what I have seen of her. She makes so many advances to me!"
I defended my sister as warmly as though she had really treated me with kindness, and felt at that time seriously angry with the duke for abusing her.
The next morning from my window I saw Amy drive up to my door, in the Count Palmella's barouche. "She wants me to write a copy of a letter for some of her men," thought I, well knowing that affection never brought Amy to visit me.
"Are you alone?" asked Amy, bouncing into the room.