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a selectionl from CHAPTER I: WELL, I have paid that visit to the Eskdales, Mr. Douglas, said Mrs. Douglas in a tone of triumphant sourness. You dont say so, my dear! I hope you left my card? Not I, Mr. Douglas. How could I? They let me in,Morea selectionl from CHAPTER I: WELL, I have paid that visit to the Eskdales, Mr. Douglas, said Mrs. Douglas in a tone of triumphant sourness. You dont say so, my dear! I hope you left my card? Not I, Mr. Douglas. How could I? They let me in, which was too unkind. I saw the whole family, father and mother, brother and sisters–the future bride and bridegroom. Such a tribe! and servants without end. How I detest walking up that great flight of steps at Eskdale Castle, with that regiment of footmen drawn up on each side of it- one looking more impertinent than the other! There must be a frightful accumulation of impertinence before you reach the landing-place, my dear- for it is a long staircase. Dont talk nonsense, Mr. Douglas, said his wife, sharply. I shant go again in a hurry. That whole house is hateful to me: Lady Eskdale with her dawdling, languid manner, and her large shawl, and conceited cap- and that Lord Beaufort, with his black eyebrows and shining teeth. Lady Eskdale looked as old as the hills, with all that lace hanging about her face. She has grown excessively old, Mr. Douglas. I never saw anybody so altered. Did you think so, Anne? I thought her looking very handsome yesterday, when I met her in her pony carriage. Ah- that pony carriage- that is so like her nonsense. Pony carriages are the fashion, and she has taken to drive. I should not be the least surprised any day to hear that she had broken her neck. Why cannot she go out in her britzska, and be driven by her coachman? and as for looking handsome, it is not very likely that she should at her age. Lady Eskdale is as old as I am, Mr. Douglas. You dont say so, was again on the point of escaping Mr. Douglass lips, and after a pause he bethought himself of the lovers as a safer topic than Lady Eskdales beauty- he had tried that too often in his life. Did you see Helen, my dear? Oh! to be sure. She was sent for. Dear Love, as Lady Eskdale drawled out, she is so happy- and you must see Teviot, he is such a darling- if he were my own son, I could not love him more. So in they came, the dear love and the darling. You know how I hate those London sort of men, with their mustachios and chains and offensive waistcoats, and Lord Teviot is one of the worst specimens I ever saw of the kind– And Helen? again said Mr. Douglas. Oh, Helen! said Mrs. Douglas, and then paused. She was in imminent peril of being forced to praise, but escaped with great adroitness. Well, if Helen were not one of that family, I should not dislike her. She is civil enough, and promised to show the girls her trousseau- but she is altered too. I think her looking dreadfully old, Mr. Douglas.