Though indeed she seems perfectly
content (I mean Cleone) and is very fond of listening to the
brook. O Youth! O Romance! Well, I used to listen
to brooks once upon a time--before I took to a wig.
As for yourself now, Barnabas, the Marquis writes to
tell me that your cravats are 'all the thing,' and your
waistcoats 'all the go,' and that your new coat with the
opened cuff finds very many admirers. This is very well,
but since Society has taken you up and made a lion of you,
it will necessarily expect you to roar occasionally, just
to maintain your position. And there are many ways of
roaring, Barnabas. Brummell (whom I ever despised)
roared like an insolent cat--he was always very precise
and cat-like, and dreadfully insolent, but insolence palls,
after a while--even in Society. Indeed I might give you
many hints on Roaring, Barnabas, but--considering the
length of Cleone's letter, I will spare you more, nor even
give you any advice though I yearn to--only this: Be
yourself, Barnabas, in Society or out, so shall I always
subscribe myself:
Your affectionate friend,
FANNY CAMBERHURST.
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