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Book, page 20 / 300 address, temper, and patience, with which she at last accomplished her purpose, and prevented Lady Clonbrony from doing anything preposterously absurd, or exorbitantly extravagant. Lord Colambre was actually sorry when the business was ended --when Mr. Soho departed--for Grace Nugent was then silent; and it was necessary to remove his eyes from that countenance, on which he had gazed unobserved. Beautiful and graceful, yet so unconscious was she of her charms, that the eye of admiration could rest upon her without her perceiving it--she seemed so intent upon others as totally to forget herself The whole train of Lord Colambre's thoughts was so completely deranged that, although he was sensible there was something of importance he had to say to his mother, yet, when Mr. Soho's departure left him opportunity to speak, he stood silent, unable to recollect anything but--Grace Nugent. When Grace Nugent left the room, after some minutes' silence, and some effort, Lord Colambre said to his mother, 'Pray, madam, do you know anything of Sir Terence O'Fay?' 'I!' Said Lady Clonbrony, drawing up her head proudly; 'I know he is a person I cannot endure. He is no friend of mine, I can assure you--nor any such sort of person.' 'I thought it was impossible!' cried Colambre, with exultation. 'I only wish your father, Colambre, could say as much,' added Lady Clonbrony. Lord Colambre's countenance fell again; and again he was silent for some time. 'Does my father dine at home, ma'am?' 'I suppose not; he seldom dines at home.' 'Perhaps, ma'am, my father may have some cause to be uneasy about--'
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