my dear, throw for your sister,' said the stout lady; and then
she turned to a walking advertisement of Rowlands' Macassar Oil, who
stood next her, and said, 'Jane is so _very_ modest and retiring; but I
can't be angry with her for it. An artless and unsophisticated girl is
_so_ truly amiable, that I often wish Amelia was more like her sister!'

The gentleman with the whiskers whispered his admiring approval.

'Now, my dear!' said the stout lady. Miss Amelia threw--eight for her
sister, ten for herself.

'Nice figure, Amelia,' whispered the stout lady to a thin youth beside
her.

'Beautiful!'

'And _such_ a spirit! I am like you in that respect. I can _not_ help
admiring that life and vivacity. Ah! (a sigh) I wish I could make poor
Jane a little more like my dear Amelia!'

The young gentleman cordially acquiesced in the sentiment; both he, and
the individual first addressed, were perfectly contented.

'Who's this?' inquired Mr. Cymon Tuggs of Mrs. Captain Waters, as a short
female, in a blue velvet hat and feathers, was led into the orchestra, by
a fat man in black tights and cloudy Berlins.

'Mrs. Tippin, of the London theatres,' replied Belinda, referring to the
programme of the concert.

The talented Tippin having condescendingly acknowledged the clapping of
hands, and shouts of 'bravo!' which greeted her appearance, proceeded to
sing the popular cavatina of 'Bid me discourse,' accompanied on the piano
by Mr. Tippin; after which, Mr. Tippin sang a comic song, accompanied on
the piano by Mrs. Tippin: the applause consequent upon which, was only to
be exceeded by the enthusiastic approbation bestowed upon an air with
variations on the guitar, by Miss Tippin, accompanied on the chin by
Master Tippin.

Thus passed the evening; thus passed the days and evenings of the
Tuggses, and the Waterses, for six weeks. Sands in the morning--donkeys
at noon--pier in the afternoon--library at night--and the same people
everywhere.

On that very night six weeks, the moon was shining brightly over the calm
sea, which dashed against the feet of the tall gaunt cliffs, with just
enough noise to lull the old fish to sleep, without disturbing the young
ones, when two figures were discernible--or would have been, if anybody
had looked for them--seated on one of the wooden benches which are
stationed near the verge of the western cliff. The moon had climbed
higher into the heavens, by two hours' journeying, since those fi