ABSTRACT
My gay apparel was brought home, and I was, to use Lady Aubrey’s expression, at last, ‘fit to be seen.’ A morning concert was the theatre of my debut; where, as soon as I made my appearance, an universal murmur overwhelmed me with confusion: every eye was turned upon me, and every tongue uttered an ejaculation of pity. ‘Poor little fellow! How kind Lady Aubrey is!’ echoed on every side. I often directed my inquiring glances towards Mr. Hanbury, who never failed to meet them with a smile of encouragement. How amiable, how exalted did this unsophisticated being appear, when placed in comparison with the nothings that surrounded him! By degrees I drew nearer and nearer, till I seated myself beside him; and while the fluttering tribes of folly buzzed their senseless jargon, I stole a busy moment, and inquired, ‘When shall we return to Glenowen?’
