"Why one might visit the blog of a confirmed rake and dandy of most odious repute" Lady Lethbridge scorned, "far escapes my sensibilities, and, I should imagine, those of any member of respectable society.
"Just so." seconded Mrs Witherspoon. "If Lord Blake pursued virtue as he hunts stags and dowries I dare venture we should be awaiting the entrance of archbishop."
As these ladies of quality were endeavoring to arouse sympathy for their vexation in their less-worldy wards, the subject of their discourse appeared.
Blake offered a sweep of his finely-regaled knee, brave enough to show that the greater part of his reminiscences was calculated to bring a blush to maiden cheeks.
The matriarchs, being long deaf to the cadences of amorous palpitations, glared with not unexaggerated disapproval at the haste with which scarlet penetrated the alabaster countenances of the assembled inamoratas.
Meanwhile, even the most aloof of gallants present could not but right his posture as Blake readied to opine.
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