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 imagine yourself the Lady Elizabeth Who-was-it, famous alike for her breeding and her beauty, while I shall endeavor to consider myself that distinguished nobleman, the Earl of What's-his-name."

"The Lady Elizabeth Plumptre, sir, and the Earl of Widmerpool."

"Very well. Now I say, 'Betty, my gal, have an egg with your bacon?' and you reply with a quiet ease and distinction of manner, 'Yes, papa, if you please,' Now then, down you get into your chair, and spare me the necessity of arguing the point. I am so apt to lose my temper if I argue the point."

The old woman, who was too much in fear of him to risk anything of the kind, took her place at the table immediately.

"One of these days," said Northcote, handing her an egg and some bacon on the only plate that did not happen to be cracked, "I should like you to meet my mother. She is a very notable and good woman, with a remarkably resolute conception of her duty, which all her life she has rendered bluntly and directly without ever speaking of it to a human soul. She has ordered her life in the manner that she deems necessary to the rôle of an eminent Christian. She has brought up her only son in simple and pious resolves, educated him quite beyond her means, has found him money when in order to do so she has been compelled to deny herself life's common necessaries, yet has asked alms of none, and at Christmas time never omits to dispense charity to others."

"I should like to see your mother, sir," said the charwoman, folding her hands meekly and sitting