be presented to his venerable mother.
One morning, therefore, the Dowager Marchioness of Downshire took me, with her two charming, cultivated daughters, to make the visit.
Lady Mornington was a person of a decided, dignified manner, not much infirm for her age, and with the air of a person accustomed to deference from her kinsfolk, however elevated, as well as from other people.
She received me kindly, and we talked, as a matter of course, about Madrid, Sir Henry and Lady Wellesley, Lord Marcus Hill, and other persons there whom she knew; as well as of some, like the Tatistcheffs, the Duc de Montmorency, etc., of whom she had only heard.
My English was without accent, and, as I was presented at the request of her son, she took me to be an Englishman.
The Downshires, however, knowing me only as an American, began, after a few moments, to talk about America by way of making conversation.
But we had not got far before old Lady Mornington broke in upon us: By the way, talking of Ame