That will never happen to me again,
I know;" and she rose, the richer by several napoleons, and said, "Now
let us go to another."
"Humph!" said Vizard. "What an extraordinary girl! She will give the
devil more trouble than most of you. Here's precocious prudence."
Fanny laughed in his face. "C'est la chasse qui recommence," said she.
I ought to explain that when she was in England she did not interlard her
discourse with French scraps. She was not so ill-bred. But abroad she had
got into a way of it, through being often compelled to speak French.
Vizard appreciated the sagacity of the remark, but he did not like the
lady any the better for it. He meditated in silence. He remembered that,
when they were in the garden. Zoe had hung behind, and interpreted Fanny
ill-naturedly; and here was Fanny at the same game, literally backbiting,
or back-nibbling, at all events. Said he to himself, "And these two are
friends! female friends." And he nursed his misogyny in silence.
They came into a very noble room, the largest of all, with enormous
mirrors down to the ground, and a ceiling blazing with gold, and the air
glittering with lusters.
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