One evening we actually had a dance; there was Sir Huddleston Fuddleston and his family, Sir Giles Wapshot and his young ladies, and I don’t know how many more. Well, I heard him say—‘By jove, she’s a neat little filly!’ meaning your humble servant; and he did me the honour to dance two countrydances with me. He gets on pretty gaily with the young Squires, with whom he drinks, bets, rides and talks about hunting and shooting; but he says the country girls are bores; indeed, I don’t think he is far wrong. You should see the contempt with which they look down on poor me! When they dance I sit
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