One day, Lady Dashfort, who in fact was not proud of her family, though she pretended to be so, had herself prevailed on, though with much difficulty, by Lady Killpatrick, to do the very thing she wanted to do, to show her genealogy, which had been beautifully blazoned, and which was to be produced as evidence in the lawsuit that brought her to Ireland.Lord Colambre stood politely looking on and listening, while her ladyship explained the splendid inter-marriages of her family, pointing to each medallion that was filled gloriously with noble, and even with royal names, till at last she stopped short, and covering one medallion with her finger, she said--'Pass over that, dear Lady Killpatrick.You are not to see that, Lord Colambre--that's a little blot in our scutcheon.You know, Isabel, we never talk of that prudent match of great-uncle John's; what could he expect by marrying into THAT family, where you know all the men were not SANS PEUR, and none of the women SANS REPROCHE.'
'Oh mamma!' cried Lady Isabel, 'not one exception?'
'Not one, Isabel,' persisted Lady Dashfort; 'there was Lady --, and the other sister, that married the man with the long nose;and the daughter again, of whom they contrived to make an honest woman, by getting her married in time to a BLUE-RIBBAND, and who contrived to get herself into Doctors' Commons the very next year.'
'Well, dear mamma, that is enough, and too much.Oh! pray don't go on,' cried Lady Isabel, who had appeared very much distressed during her mother's speech.'You don't know what you are saying;indeed, ma'am, you don't.'
'Very likely, child; but that compliment I can return to you on the spot, and with interest; for you seem to me, at this instant, not to know either what you are saying or what you are doing.
Come, come, explain.'
'Oh no, ma'am--Pray say so no more; I will explain myself another time.'
'Nay, there you are wrong, Isabel; in point of good-breeding, anything is better than hints and mystery.Since I have been so unlucky as to touch upon the subject, better go through with it, and, with all the boldness of innocence ask the question, Are you, my Lord Colambre, or are you not, related or connected with any of the St.Omars?'
'Not that I know of,' said Lord Colambre; 'but I really am so bad a genealogist, that I cannot answer positively.'
'Then I must put the substance of my question into a new form.
Have you, or have you not, a cousin of the name of Nugent?'
'Miss Nugent!--Grace Nugent!--Yes,' said Lord Colambre, with as much firmness of voice as he could command, and with as little change of countenance as possible; but, as the question came upon him so unexpectedly, it was not in his power to answer with an air of absolute indifference and composure.
'And her mother was--' said Lady Dashfort.
'My aunt, by marriage; her maiden name was Reynolds, I think.
But she died when I was quite a child.I know very little about her.I never saw her in my life; but I am certain she was a Reynolds.'
