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 another room, to partake of some refreshments, "That old savage," she cried, "is a perfect horrour! He has not a single atom of common sense; and if he were not Miss Arbe's cousin, one must tell one's butler to shew him the door. At least, such is my poor opinion. I don't pretend to be a judge; but such is my notion!"

"O! I adore him!" cried Miss Crawley. He makes me laugh till am ready to die! He has never a guess what he is about; and he never hears a word one says. And he stares so when one laughs at him! O! he's the delightfullest, stupidest, dear wretch that breathes!"

"O! I can't look at him without laughing!" exclaimed Miss Di. "He's the best thing in nature! He's delicious! enchanting! delightful! O! so dear a fool!"

"He is quite unfit," said Mrs. Maple, "for society; for he says every thing that comes uppermost, and has not the least idea of what is due to people."