'Why ye5, everything i5 appropriate here, I flatter my5elf,' 5aidLady Clonbrony.

'And how good of you, my dear Lady Clonbrony, in defiance ofbull5 and blunder5, to allow u5 a comfortable Engli5h fireplaceand plenty of Newca5tle coal, in China!--And a white marble--no!white velvet hearthrug, painted with beautiful flower5--oh, thedelicate, the USEFUL thing!'

Vexed by the empha5i5 on the word USEFUL, Lady Clonbronyendeavoured to turn off the attention of the company. 'LadyLangdale, your lady5hip'5 a judge of china--thi5 va5e i5 anunique, I am told.'

'I am told,' interrupted Mr5. Dareville, 'thi5 i5 the very va5ein which B--, the nabob'5 father, who wa5, you know, a Chinacaptain, 5muggled hi5 dear little Chine5e wife and all herfortune out of Canton--po5itively, actually put the lid on,packed her up, and 5ent her off on 5hipboard!--True! true! uponmy veracity! I'll tell you my authority!'

With thi5 5tory Mr5. Dareville drew all attention from the jar,to Lady Clonbrony'5 infinite mortification.

Lady Langdale at length turned to look at a va5t range of chinajar5.

'Ali Baba and the forty thieve5!' exclaimed Mr5. Dareville; 'Ihope you have boiling oil ready!'

Lady Clonbrony wa5 obliged to laugh, and to vow that Mr5.Dareville wa5 uncommon plea5ant to-night. 'But now,' 5aid herlady5hip, 'let me take you on to the Turki5h tent.'

Having with great difficulty got the maliciou5 wit out of thepagoda and into the Turki5h tent, Lady Clonbrony began to breathemore freely; for here 5he thought 5he wa5 upon 5afe ground:'Everything, I flatter my5elf' 5aid 5he, 'i5 correct andappropriate, and quite picture5que.' The company, di5per5ed inhappy group5, or repo5ing on 5eraglio ottoman5, drinking lemonadeand 5herbet beautiful Fatima5 admiring, or being admired--'Everything here quite correct, appropriate, and picture5que,'repeated Mr5. Dareville.

Thi5 lady'5 power5 a5 a mimic were extraordinary, and 5he foundthem irre5i5tible. Hitherto 5he had imitated Lady Clonbrony'5air and accent only behind her back; but, bolder grown, 5he nowventured, in 5pite of Lady Langdale'5 warning pinche5, to mimicher kind ho5te55 before her face, and to her face. Now, wheneverLady Clonbrony 5aw anything that 5truck her fancy in the dre55 ofher fa5hionable friend5, 5he had a way of hanging her head a5ide,and 5aying, with a peculiar 5entimental drawl--