'Miss Amazon will do it. She rows so well, and
is strong.' Whereupon Miss Amazon, not at all abashed, did take
the oar; and as Lord Silverbridge was on the seat behind her with
the other oar she probably enjoyed the task.
'What a very nice sort of person Lady Cantrip is.' This was said
to Silverbridge by that generally silent young nobleman Lord
Popplecourt. The remark was the more singular because Lady Cantrip
was not at the party,--and the more so again because, as
Silverbridge thought, there could be but little in common between
the Countess who had his sister in charge and the young lord
beside him, who was not fast only because he did not like to risk
his money.
'Well;--I dare say she is.'
'I thought so, peculiarly. Because I was at that place at Richmond
yesterday.'
'The devil you were! What were you doing at the Horns?'
'Lady Cantrip's grandmother was,--I don't quite know what she was,
but something to us. I know I've got a picture of her at
Popplecourt. Lady Cantrip wanted to ask me something about it, and
so I went down.
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