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"
Wherever
there
's
a
pretty
woman
he
always
twists
himself
in
.
"
And
I
wonder
what
were
diplomatists
made
for
but
for
that
?
"
Have
I
the
honour
of
addressing
myself
to
Mrs.
Dobbin
?
"
asked
the
Secretary
with
a
most
insinuating
grin
.
Georgy
burst
out
laughing
and
said
,
"
By
Jove
,
that
was
a
good
'
un
.
"
Emmy
and
the
Major
blushed
:
we
saw
them
from
the
stalls
.
"
This
lady
is
Mrs.
George
Osborne
,
"
said
the
Major
,
"
and
this
is
her
brother
,
Mr.
Sedley
,
a
distinguished
officer
of
the
Bengal
Civil
Service
:
permit
me
to
introduce
him
to
your
lordship
.
"
My
lord
nearly
sent
Jos
off
his
legs
with
the
most
fascinating
smile
.
"
Are
you
going
to
stop
in
Pumpernickel
?
"
he
said
.
"
It
is
a
dull
place
,
but
we
want
some
nice
people
,
and
we
would
try
and
make
it
SO
agreeable
to
you
.
Mr.
--
Ahum
--
Mrs.
--
Oho
.
I
shall
do
myself
the
honour
of
calling
upon
you
to-morrow
at
your
inn
.
"
And
he
went
away
with
a
Parthian
grin
and
glance
which
he
thought
must
finish
Mrs.
Osborne
completely
.
The
performance
over
,
the
young
fellows
lounged
about
the
lobbies
,
and
we
saw
the
society
take
its
departure
.
The
Duchess
Dowager
went
off
in
her
jingling
old
coach
,
attended
by
two
faithful
and
withered
old
maids
of
honour
,
and
a
little
snuffy
spindle-shanked
gentleman
in
waiting
,
in
a
brown
jasey
and
a
green
coat
covered
with
orders
--
of
which
the
star
and
the
grand
yellow
cordon
of
the
order
of
St.
Michael
of
Pumpernickel
were
most
conspicuous
.
The
drums
rolled
,
the
guards
saluted
,
and
the
old
carriage
drove
away
.
Then
came
his
Transparency
the
Duke
and
Transparent
family
,
with
his
great
officers
of
state
and
household
.
He
bowed
serenely
to
everybody
.
And
amid
the
saluting
of
the
guards
and
the
flaring
of
the
torches
of
the
running
footmen
,
clad
in
scarlet
,
the
Transparent
carriages
drove
away
to
the
old
Ducal
schloss
,
with
its
towers
and
pinacles
standing
on
the
schlossberg
.
Everybody
in
Pumpernickel
knew
everybody
.
No
sooner
was
a
foreigner
seen
there
than
the
Minister
of
Foreign
Affairs
,
or
some
other
great
or
small
officer
of
state
,
went
round
to
the
Erbprinz
and
found
out
the
name
of
the
new
arrival
.
We
watched
them
,
too
,
out
of
the
theatre
.
Tapeworm
had
just
walked
off
,
enveloped
in
his
cloak
,
with
which
his
gigantic
chasseur
was
always
in
attendance
,
and
looking
as
much
as
possible
like
Don
Juan
.
The
Prime
Minister
's
lady
had
just
squeezed
herself
into
her
sedan
,
and
her
daughter
,
the
charming
Ida
,
had
put
on
her
calash
and
clogs
;
when
the
English
party
came
out
,
the
boy
yawning
drearily
,
the
Major
taking
great
pains
in
keeping
the
shawl
over
Mrs.
Osborne
's
head
,
and
Mr.
Sedley
looking
grand
,
with
a
crush
opera-hat
on
one
side
of
his
head
and
his
hand
in
the
stomach
of
a
voluminous
white
waistcoat
.
We
took
off
our
hats
to
our
acquaintances
of
the
table
d'hote
,
and
the
lady
,
in
return
,
presented
us
with
a
little
smile
and
a
curtsey
,
for
which
everybody
might
be
thankful
.
The
carriage
from
the
inn
,
under
the
superintendence
of
the
bustling
Mr
Kirsch
,
was
in
waiting
to
convey
the
party
;
but
the
fat
man
said
he
would
walk
and
smoke
his
cigar
on
his
way
homewards
,
so
the
other
three
,
with
nods
and
smiles
to
us
,
went
without
Mr.
Sedley
,
Kirsch
,
with
the
cigar
case
,
following
in
his
master
's
wake
.
