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In Which We Enjoy Three Courses and a Dessert

           YouwillfindthebailiffsatBareacresverypleasantcompany,andIshallbefreedfromlendingmoneytoyourrelationsandfromyourowndamnedtragedyairs.Whoareyoutogiveordershere?Youhavenomoney.You’vegotnobrains.Youwereheretohavechildren,andyouhavenothadany.Gaunt’stiredofyou,andGeorge’swifeistheonlypersoninthefamilywhodoesn’twishyouweredead.Gauntwouldmarryagainifyouwere."

           "IwishIwere,"herLadyshipansweredwithtearsandrageinhereyes.

           "You,forsooth,mustgiveyourselfairsofvirtue,whilemywife,whoisanimmaculatesaint,aseverybodyknows,andneverdidwronginherlife,hasnoobjectiontomeetmyyoungfriendMrs.Crawley.MyLadySteyneknowsthatappearancesaresometimesagainstthebestofwomen;thatliesareoftentoldaboutthemostinnocentofthem.Pray,madam,shallItellyousomelittleanecdotesaboutmyLadyBareacres,yourmamma?"

           "Youmaystrikemeifyoulike,sir,orhitanycruelblow,"LadyGauntsaid.ToseehiswifeanddaughtersufferingalwaysputhisLordshipintoagoodhumour.

           "MysweetBlanche,"hesaid,"Iamagentleman,andneverlaymyhanduponawoman,saveinthewayofkindness.Ionlywishtocorrectlittlefaultsinyourcharacter.Youwomenaretooproud,andsadlylackhumility,asFatherMole,I’msure,wouldtellmyLadySteyneifhewerehere.Youmustn’tgiveyourselvesairs;youmustbemeekandhumble,myblessings.

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