Was it not natural?
And what do you think I had the audacity to do?
I asked him coolly, whether the Mr.Harrington he mentioned was not the son of Sir Abraham Harrington, of Torquay,--the gentleman who lost his yacht in the Lisbon waters last year?
I brought it on myself.

'Gentleman, ma'am,--MA'AM!' says the horrid old creature, laughing, 'gentleman! he's a -- -- I cannot speak it: I choke!' And then he began praising Papa.
Diacho! what I suffered.

But, you know, I can keep my countenance, if I perish.

I am a Harrington as much as any of us!' And the Countess looked superb in the pride with which she said she was what she would have given her hand not to be.

But few feelings are single on this globe, and junction of sentiments need not imply unity in our yeasty compositions.
'After it was over--my supplice,' continued the Countess, 'I was questioned by all the ladies--I mean our ladies--not your English.