he fail in the good, for want of think. I will tell you what I will do. When I come from Brighton, I buy myself a horse and a cab, so you call him, quite diminutif cab, and together he is smart affaire. I sell him, and bring you the sovereign—never I will borrow the money, never I will be in the difficult, my principe no allow that; but I sell my indulgence, my toy."
If Lady Anne had any portion of that property she had just, to the great joy of her auditor, laid claim to, i.e, conscience, we may suppose it gave her at this moment a gentle twinge, but she loved a scheme, had pleasure in the exercise of those faculties by which it was pursued, and had a truly masculine mind in the pursuit and attainment of any object self-love selected as desirable. She had now two wants, each demanding money, therefore, when she said, "Indeed I cannot think of your doing any such thing, my dear Count," she by no means repressed the cough, which made him see the necessity for doing so. When she was able to speak, she mentioned being all the poorer at this time, from having paid a large sum to Mr. Palmer, adding, "But really, Count, it would be a thousand pities to part with your carriage, for it was only yesterday that Mrs. Pevensey was saying that you and it altogether were the prettiest set out in town, and much admired in the parks."
