n Mayfair, "for he went and got married the other
day to a girl without sixpence."

"Beaumont's daughter?"

"Exactly. The 'Lively Kitty,' as we used to call her; a name she'll
scarce go by in a year or two."

"I don't think," said Tony, with a slow, deliberate utterance,--"I don't
think that he has made me a suit--suit--suitable apology for what he
said,--eh, Skeff?"

"Be quiet, will you?" muttered the other.

"Kitty had ten thousand pounds of her own."

"Not sixpence."

"I tell you she had."

"Grant it. What is ten thousand pounds?" lisped out a little
pink-cheeked fellow, who had a hundred and eighty per annum at the Board
of Trade. "If you are economical, you may get two years out of it."

"If I thought," growled out Tony into Skeff's ear, "that he meant it for
insolence, I'd punch his head, curls and all."

"Will you just be quiet?" said Skeff, again.

"I 'd have married Kitty myself," said pink cheeks, "if I thought she
had ten thousand."

"And I 'd have gone on a visit to you," said Mayfair, "and we 'd have
played billiards, the French game, every evening."

"I never thought Harris was so weak as to go and marry," said the
youngest of the party, not fully one-and-twenty.

"Every one hasn't your experience, Upton," said May-fair.

"Why do the fellows bear all this?" whispered Tony, again.

"I say, be quiet,--do be quiet," mumbled Skeff.

"Who was it used to call Kitty Beaumont the Lass of Richmond Hill?" said
Mayfair; and now another uproar ensued as to the authority in question,
in which many contradictions were exchanged, and some wagers booked.

"Sing us that song Bailey made on her,--'Fair Lady on the River's Bank;'
you can sing it, Clinton?"

"Yes, let us have the song," cried several together.

"I 'll wager five pounds I 'll name a prettier girl on the same spot,"
said Tony to Skeff.

"Butler challenges the field," cried Skeff. "He knows, and will name,
the prettiest girl in Richmond."

"I take him. What 's the figure?" said Mayfair.

"And I--and I!" shouted three or four in a breath.

"I think he offered a pony," lisped out the youngest.

"I said, I 'd bet five pounds," said Tony, fiercely; "don't misrepresent
me, sir."

"I 'll take your money, then," cried Mayfair.

"No, no; I was first: I said 'done' before you," interposed a guardsman.

"But how can it be decided? We can't summon the rival beauties to our
presence, and perform Paris and the apple," said Skeff.

"Come