'Then, isn't it a pity to see them? There's my lady, and all spoiling,'
said the widow.
Lord Colambre stopped before a portrait of Miss Nugent.--'Shamefully
damaged!' cried he. 'Pass on, or let me pass, if you PLASE,' said one of
the tenants; 'and don't be stopping the doorway.' 'I have business more
nor you with the agent,' said the surveyor; 'where is he?'
'In the PRESENCE-CHAMBER,' replied another; 'where should the viceroy be
but in the PRESENCE-CHAMBER?'
There was a full levee, and fine smell of greatcoats. 'Oh! would you
put your hats on the silk cushions?' said the widow to some men in the
doorway, who were throwing off their greasy hats on a damask sofa.--'Why
not? where else?' 'If the lady was in it, you wouldn't,' said she,
sighing.--'No, to be sure, I wouldn't; great news! would I make no
DIFFER in the presence of old Nick and my lady?' said he, in Irish.
'Have I no sense or manners, good woman, think ye?' added he, as he
shook the ink out of his pen on the Wilton carpet, when he had finished
signing his name to a paper on his knee. 'You may wait long before you
get to the speech of the great man,' said another, who was working his
way through numbers.
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