"You have
ever been so kind and so generous that I literally want
nothing."
"Oh! you cannot be such a fortunate man as to want nothing,
Charles," said Lady Marney with a smile. "A dressing-case you
have: your rooms are furnished enough: all this is in my way;
but there are such things as horses and guns of which I know
nothing, but which men always require. You must want a horse
or a gun, Charles. Well, I should like you to get either; the
finest, the most valuable that money can purchase. Or a
brougham, Charles; what do you think of a new brougham? Would
you like that Barker should build you a brougham?"
"You are too good, my dear mother. I have horses and guns
enough; and my present carriage is all I can desire."
"You will not assist me, then? You are resolved that I shall
do something very stupid. For to give you something I am
determined."
"Well my dear mother," said Egremont smiling and looking
round, "give me something that is here."
"Choose then," said Lady Marney, and she looked round the blue
satin walls of her apartment, covered with cabinet pictures of
exquisite art, and then at her tables crowded with precious
and fantastic toys.
"It would be plunder, my dear mother," said Egremont.
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