Rumor had on more than one occasion coupled his name with that of some
fair damsel; what if he were to say now, "Well, if you will talk, here
is one worth talking about." He was conscious on this shining morning
that Miss Cunyngham--the more beautiful daughter of a beautiful
mother--was looking superb; he remembered what Miss Georgie had said
about Honnor's proud and graceful carriage. He knew a good many of the
people in this slow-moving assemblage; and he was not sorry they should
see him talking to this tall and handsome young Englishwoman--who also
appeared to have a numerous acquaintanceship.
"Why, you seem to know everybody, Mr. Moore?" she said to him, with a
smile.
"You would think all London was here this morning--it's really
astonishing!" he made answer.
Occasionally they stopped to have a chat with more particular friends;
and then Lionel would remain a little bit aside; though once or twice
Lady Cunyngham chose to introduce him, and that pleased him, he hardly
knew why. But at last she said,
"Well, I think we must be getting home. Properly speaking we have no
right to be in the prayer-book brigade at all, for we have not been to
church this morning.
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