as the most characteristic feature--it
was firm and resolute-looking, closely compressed, and with a slight
protrusion of the lower lip, that said as plainly as words could say it,
'I will, and that's enough.' In walking, she took some pains to display
her foot, which, with all the advantages of a Parisian shoe, was
scarcely as pretty as she conceived it, but on the whole was well
formed, and rather erring on the score of size than symmetry.

They were followed by three or four young men, of whom I could only
remark that they wore the uniform appearance of young Englishmen of good
class, very clean-looking faces, well-brushed hair, and well-fitting
frock-coats. One sported a moustache of a dirty-yellow colour, and
whiskers to match, and by his manner, and a certain half-shut-eye kind
of glance, proclaimed himself the knowing man of the party.

While they were taking their places, which they did at once on entering,
I heard a general burst of salutations break from them in very welcome
accent: 'Oh, here he is, here he comes. Ah, I knew we should see him.'
At the same instant, a tall, well-dressed fellow leaned over the table
and shook hands with them all in succession.

'When did you arrive?' said he, turning to the lady.

'Only an hour ago; Sir Marmaduke would stay at Frankfort yesterday, to
see Duvernet dance, and so we were detained beyond our time.'

The old gentleman half blushed at this charge, and while a look of
pleasure showed that he did not dislike the accusation, he said--

'No, no; I stayed to please Calthorpe.'

'Indeed!' said the lady, turning a look of very peculiar, but
unmistakable, anger at him of the yellow moustache. 'Indeed, my lord!'

'Oh yes, that is a weakness of mine,' said he, in an easy tone of
careless banter, which degenerated to a mutter, heard only by the lady
herself.

'I ought to have a place somewhere here about,' said the tall man.
'Number 14 or 15, the waiter said. Hallo, _garcon_-----'

At this he turned round, and I saw the well-remembered face of my
fellow-traveller, the Honourable Jack Smallbranes. He looked very hard
at me, as if he were puzzled to remember where or when we had met, and
then, with a cool nod, said, 'How d'ye do?--over in England lately?'

'Not since I had the pleasure of meeting you at Rotterdam. Did you go
far with the alderman's daughters?'

A very decided wink and a draw down of the brows cautioned me to silence
on that subject; but not before the