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Portrait of Benjamin Disraeli Benjamin Disraeli Tancred — Chapter XII. The Dreamer Enters Society (1847)

In the meantime Tancred was launched, almost unconsciously, into the great world. The name of the Marquess of Montacute was foremost in those delicate lists by which an eager and admiring public is apprised who, among their aristocracy, eat, drink, dance, and sometimes pray. From the saloons of Bel-grave and Grosvenor Square to the sacred recesses of the Chapel Royal, the movements of Lord Montacute were tracked and registered, and were devoured every morning, oftener with a keener relish than the matin meal of which they formed a regular portion.
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Portrait of Benjamin Disraeli Benjamin Disraeli Tancred — Chapter XII. The Dreamer Enters Society (1847)

I have to look at a yacht.'
'But that you can look at on Monday; besides, if you wish to know anything about yachts, you had better speak to my brother, Fitz-Heron, who has built more than any man alive.'
'Perhaps he has one that he wishes to part with?' said Tancred.
'I have no doubt of it. You can ask him tomorrow at Mrs. Guy Flouncey's.'
'I will. Lady Charmouth's carriage is called. May I have the honour?' said Tancred, offering his arm.
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Portrait of Benjamin Disraeli Benjamin Disraeli Tancred — Chapter XII. The Dreamer Enters Society (1847)

Lord Eskdale shook his head. 'There are always things of this sort in the market. He will inquire before he purchases, and he will find that he has got hold of a slow coach.'
'A slow coach!' said the duchess, looking inquiringly. 'What is that?'
'A tub that sails like a collier, and which, instead of taking him to Jerusalem, will hardly take him to Newcastle.'
Lord Eskdale was right. Notwithstanding all his ardour, all his inquiries, visits to Cowes and the Surrey Canal, advertisements and answers to advertisements, time flew on, and Tancred was still without a yacht.
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