noon
Sir Charles Lyndon had his own chariot , and the domestics of the establishment would follow in other vehicles . Also must be mentioned the carriage in which rode her Ladyship 's chaplain , Mr. Runt , who acted in capacity of governor to her son , the little Viscount Bullingdon , -- a melancholy deserted little boy , about whom his father was more than indifferent , and whom his mother never saw , except for two minutes at her levee , when she would put to him a few questions of history or Latin grammar ; after which he was consigned to his own amusements , or the care of his governor , for the rest of the day . The notion of such a Minerva as this , whom I saw in the public places now and then , surrounded by swarms of needy abbes and schoolmasters , who flattered her , frightened me for some time , and I had not the least desire to make her acquaintance . I had no desire to be one of the beggarly adorers in the great lady 's train , -- fellows , half friend , half lacquey , who made verses , and wrote letters , and ran errands , content to be paid by a seat in her Ladyship 's box at the comedy , or a cover at her dinner-table at noon . ` Do n't be afraid , ' Sir Charles Lyndon would say , whose great subject of conversation and abuse was his lady : ` my Lindonira will have nothing to do with you . She likes the Tuscan brogue , not that of Kerry . She says you smell too much of the stable to be admitted to ladies ' society ; and last Sunday fortnight , when she did me the honour to speak to me last , said , `` I wonder , Sir Charles Lyndon , a gentleman who has been the King 's ambassador can demean himself by gambling and boozing with low Irish blacklegs ! ''