may not be. It's not for me to boast of any family
with which I have the honour to be connected; at the same time, Mrs
Kenwigs's is--I should say,' said Mr Kenwigs, abruptly, and raising
his voice as he spoke, 'that my children might come into a matter of a
hundred pound apiece, perhaps. Perhaps more, but certainly that.'

'And a very pretty little fortune,' said the married lady.

'There are some relations of Mrs Kenwigs's,' said Mr Kenwigs, taking a
pinch of snuff from the doctor's box, and then sneezing very hard, for
he wasn't used to it, 'that might leave their hundred pound apiece to
ten people, and yet not go begging when they had done it.'

'Ah! I know who you mean,' observed the married lady, nodding her head.

'I made mention of no names, and I wish to make mention of no names,'
said Mr Kenwigs, with a portentous look. 'Many of my friends have met a
relation of Mrs Kenwigs's in this very room, as would do honour to any
company; that's all.'

'I've met him,' said the married lady, with a glance towards Dr Lumbey.

'It's naterally very gratifying to my feelings as a father, to see such
a man as that, a kissing and taking notice of my children,' pursued Mr
Kenwigs. 'It's naterally very gratifying to my feelings as a man, to
know that man. It will be naterally very gratifying to my feelings as a
husband, to make that man acquainted with this ewent.'

Having delivered his sentiments in this form of words, Mr Kenwigs
arranged his second daughter's flaxen tail, and bade her be a good girl
and mind what her sister, Morleena, said.

'That girl grows more like her mother every day,' said Mr Lumbey,
suddenly stricken with an enthusiastic admiration of Morleena.

'There!' rejoined the married lady. 'What I always say; what I always
did say! She's the very picter of her.' Having thus directed the general
attention to the young lady in question, the married lady embraced the
opportunity of taking another sip of the brandy-and-water--and a pretty
long sip too.

'Yes! there is a likeness,' said Mr Kenwigs, after some reflection. 'But
such a woman as Mrs Kenwigs was, afore she was married! Good gracious,
such a woman!'

Mr Lumbey shook his head with great solemnity, as though to imply that
he supposed she must have been rather a dazzler.

'Talk of fairies!' cried Mr Kenwigs 'I never see anybody so light to be
alive, never. Such manners too; so playful, and yet so sewerely proper!
As for her figure! It isn't gener