Chronicles of fashion : from the time of Elizabeth to the early part of the nineteenth century, in manners, amusements, banquets, costume, etc. . ly right, and therefore were not can-vassed, and his apotheosis was easily attained; and,as has long ago been declared, by no slight au-thority, f Brummell was no gentleman. Nogentleman would have insulted a woman for thesake of perpetrating a jest.| No gentleman would * In the compilation of this sketch we have been mainly in-debted to Captain Jesses recently published Life of the Beau. -j- Bulvver. t Mrs. Thompson^ a lady in Grosvenor Square, gave
Chronicles of fashion : from the time of Elizabeth to the early part of the nineteenth century, in manners, amusements, banquets, costume, etc. . ly right, and therefore were not can-vassed, and his apotheosis was easily attained; and,as has long ago been declared, by no slight au-thority, f Brummell was no gentleman. Nogentleman would have insulted a woman for thesake of perpetrating a jest.| No gentleman would * In the compilation of this sketch we have been mainly in-debted to Captain Jesses recently published Life of the Beau. -j- Bulvver. t Mrs. Thompson^ a lady in Grosvenor Square, gave a ballto which, the Prince of Wales being expected, Mr. Brummellcould not be invited. (It was, of course, after their estrange-ment.) To her great surprise and disgust, however, he madehis appearance, and she told him he was not invited. Notinvited. Madam I not invited ! said Brummell, in his blandesttones; Surely thei-e must be some mistake, and leisurelyfeeling in all his pockets to prolong the chance of the Princesarrival, and therefore her misery (for His Royal Highness wasmomentarily expected) he at last drew forth an invitation card,. STARS OF FASHION.—BEAUX. 347 have thrown the blame of a gaucherie at a dinnertable, on a young lady, in order to screen himself.*No gentleman would have indulged in a sarcasticallusion to the personal deformity of another, and tothe person himself. No person having either thefeelings or the heart of a gentleman, could ever have and presented it to the incensed lady. She took it, and saw ata glance it was not her own card, and throwing it haughtilyfrom her, in a climax of vexation, and anxiety to get rid ofhim, said, That card. Sir, is a Mrs. Johnsons; my name isThompson. Is it, indeed ? replied Brummell, perfectlycool, and affecting the most innocent surprise, Dear me, howvery unfortunate I—really, Mrs. Johns—Thompson, I mean, Iam very sorry for this mistake ; but you know, Johnson andThompson—and Thompson and Johnson, are really so
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