The deadliness of the attack lay in the ridicule of the daily habits of one of the most sensitive of men, as to his personal appearance, and the opinion of the world.

He might have concealed the sketches, but he could not have concealed the bruises, and people were perpetually asking the unhappy General what he was saying, for he spoke to himself as if he were repeating something to them for the tenth time.
'I say,' said he, 'I say that for a lady, really an educated lady, to sit, as she must--I was saying, she must have sat in an attic to have the right view of me.

And there you see--this is what she has done.
This is the last, this is the afternoon's delivery.

Her ladyship has me correctly as to costume, but I could not exhibit such a sketch to ladies.' A back view of the General was displayed in his act of digging.
'I say I could not allow ladies to see it,' he informed the gentlemen, who were suffered to inspect it freely.
'But you see, I have no means of escape; I am at her mercy from morning to night,' the General said, with a quivering tongue, 'unless I stay at home inside the house; and that is death to me, or unless I abandon the place, and my lease; and I shall--I say, I shall find nowhere in England for anything like the money or conveniences such a gent--a residence you would call fit for a gentleman.

I call it a bi...