'
'And my Lady Becky Belmont's superseded,' laughed Miss Magnolia,
derisively.
'And who do you think's going to make the grand tour? from Paris to
Naples, if you please, and from Naples to Rome, and up to Venice, and
home through Germany, and deuce knows where beside; you'll not guess in
a twel'month,' said Toole, watching her with a chuckle.
'Devereux, maybe,' guessed the young lady.
'No 'tisn't,' said Toole, delighted; 'try again!'
'Well, 'tis, let me see. Some wild young rogue, with a plenty of money,
I warrant, if I could only think of him--come, don't keep me all
day--who the plague is he, Toole?' urged the young lady, testily.
'Dan Loftus,' answered Toole, 'ha, ha, ha, ha!'
'Dan Loftus!--the grand tour--why, where's the world running to? Oh, ho,
ho, ho, hoo! what a macaroni!' and they laughed heartily over it, and
called him 'travelled monkey,' and I know not what else.
'Why, I thought Dr. Walsingham designed him for his curate; but what in
the wide world brings Dan Loftus to foreign parts--"To dance and sing
for the Spanish King, and to sing and dance for the Queen of France?"'
'Hey! Dan's got a good place, I can tell you--travelling tutor to the
hopeful young lord that is to be--Devereux's cousin.
Pages:
289
290
291
292
293
294
295
296
297
298
299
300
301
302
303
304
305
306
307
308
309
310
311
312
313