with a treble charge of powder behind it.
Enthusiasm is the powder. That boy could get up an enthusiasm for
the maiden days of Ops! He was going to reform the world, after your
fashion, Austin,--you have something to answer for. Unfortunately he
began with the feminine side of it. Cupid proud of Phoebus newly slain,
or Pluto wishing to people his kingdom, if you like, put it into the
soft head of one of the guileless grateful creatures to kiss him for his
good work. Oh, horror! he never expected that. Conceive the System in
the flesh, and you have our Richard. The consequence is, that this male
Peri refuses to enter his Paradise, though the gates are open for
him, the trumpets blow, and the fair unspotted one awaits him
fruitful within. We heard of him last that he was trying the German
waters--preparatory to his undertaking the release of Italy from the
subjugation of the Teuton. Let's hope they'll wash him. He is in the
company of Lady Judith Felle--your old friend, the ardent female Radical
who married the decrepit to carry out her principles. They always marry
English lords, or foreign princes: I admire their tactics."

"Judith is bad for him in such a state. I like her, but she was always
too sentimental," said Austin.

"Sentiment made her marry the old lord, I suppose? I like her for her
sentiment, Austin. Sentimental people are sure to live long and die
fat. Feeling, that's the slayer, coz. Sentiment! 'tis the cajolery of
existence: the soft bloom which whoso weareth, he or she is enviable.
Would that I had more!"

"You're not much changed, Adrian."

"I'm not a Radical, Austin."

Further inquiries, responded to in Adrian's figurative speech,
instructed Austin that the baronet was waiting for his son, in a
posture of statuesque offended paternity, before he would receive his
daughter-in-law and grandson. That was what Adrian meant by the efforts
of the System to swallow the baby.

"We're in a tangle," said the wise youth. "Time will extricate us, I
presume, or what is the venerable signor good for?"

Austin mused some minutes, and asked for Lucy's place of residence.

"We'll go to her by and by," said Adrian.

"I shall go and see her now," said Austin.

"Well, we'll go and order the dinner first, coz."

"Give me her address."

"Really, Austin, you carry matters with too long a beard," Adrian
objected. "Don't you care what you eat?" he roared hoarsely, looking
humorously hurt. "I daresay not. A slice