'
'Ah, I meant those beyond,' observed the captain, nodding in another
direction.
'Those are (hiccup) Scotch firs,' rejoined Sir Harry.
'Well, never mind what they are,' resumed the lady; 'let us have a dance
under them.'
'Certainly,' replied Sir Harry, who was always ready for anything. 'We
shall have plenty of partners,' observed Miss Howard, recollecting how many
men there were in the house.
'And another coming,' observed Captain Cutitfat, still fretting at the
idea.
'Indeed!' exclaimed Miss Howard, raising her hands and eyebrows in delight;
'and who is he?' asked she, with unfeigned glee.
'Oh such a (hiccup) swell,' replied Sir Harry; 'reg'lar Leicestershire man.
A (hiccup) Quornite, in fact.'
'We'll not have the dance till he comes, then,' observed Miss Glitters.
'No more we will,' said Miss Howard, withdrawing from the group.
CHAPTER LX
FACEY ROMFORD AT HOME
We will now suppose our distinguished Sponge entering the village, or what
the natives call the town of Washingforde, towards the close of a short
December day, on his arrival from Mr.
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