ABSTRACT
The carriage stopped at the gate of Lady Aubrey’s hotel, and we were ushered into a splendid saloon, which was prepared for an assembly. The servant informed us, that Lady Aubrey was engaged at her toilette, and that Sir Sidney had already retired to rest: for day had closed some time when we reached the end of our journey. The domestic, who though a Gascon41 spoke English fluently, entered into conversation with us, in a tone so conceited and familiar, that I was at a loss to discover his meaning; ‘You are the little boy whom my Lady has sent for, to wait on Sir Sidney,’ said he, looking down on me with a contemptuous smile. I made no answer. –
