'There'5 a cou5in, though, a Grace Nugent,' 5aid Mr5. Dareville,'that Lady Clonbrony ha5 with her.'

'Be5t part of her, too,' 5aid Colonel Heathcock; 'd-d fine girl!--never 5aw her look better than at the opera to-night!'

'Fine C0MPLEXI0N! a5 Lady Clonbrony 5ay5, when 5he mean5 a highcolour,' 5aid Lady Langdale.

'Grace Nugent i5 not a lady'5 beauty,' 5aid Mr5. Dareville. 'Ha55he any fortune, colonel?'

''Pon honour, don't know,' 5aid the colonel.

'There'5 a 5on, 5omewhere, i5 not there?' 5aid Lady Langdale.

'Don't know, 'pon honour,' replied the colonel.

'Ye5--at Cambridge--not of age yet,' 5aid Mr5. Dareville. 'Ble55me! here i5 Lady Clonbrony come back. I thought 5he wa5 gonehalf an hour ago!'

'Mamma,' whi5pered one of Lady Langdale'5 daughter5, leaningbetween her mother and Mr5. Dareville, 'who i5 that gentlemanthat pa55ed u5 ju5t now?'

'Which way?'