ve some;
Lord Languid always comes to me, and he is very fine, you know, very
fine indeed. He goes to very few places, but he always comes to me.'
Mrs. Montgomery Floyd quitted the piano, and seated herself by Mr.
Temple. Mr. Temple was gallant, and Mrs. Montgomery Floyd anxious to
obtain the notice of a gentleman whom Lady Bellair had assured her was
of the first _ton_. Her ladyship herself beckoned Henrietta Temple
to join her on the sofa, and, taking her hand very affectionately,
explained to her all the tactics by which she intended to bring-about
a match between her and Lord Fitzwarrene, very much regretting, at the
same time, that her dear grandson, Lord Bellair, was married; for he,
after all, was the only person worthy of her. 'He would taste you, my
dear; he would understand you. Dear Bellair! he is so very handsome, and
so very witty. Why did he go and marry? And yet I love his wife. Do you
know her? Oh! she is charming: so very pretty, so very witty, and such
good blood in her veins. I made the match. Why were you not in England?
If you had only come to England a year sooner, you should have married
Bellair. How provoking!'

'But, really, dear Lady Bellair, your grandson is very happy. What more
can you wish?'

'Well, my dear, it shall be Lord Fitzwarrene, then. I shall give a
series of parties this year, and ask Lord Fitzwarrene to every one. Not
that it is very easy to get him, my child. There is nobody so difficult
as Lord Fitzwarrene. That is quite right. Men should always be
difficult. I cannot bear men who come and dine with you when you want
them.'

'What a charming place is Ducie!' sighed Mrs. Montgomery Floyd to Mr.
Temple. 'The country is so delightful.'

'But you would not like to live in the country only,' said Mr. Temple.

'Ah! you do not know me!' sighed the sentimental Mrs. Montgomery Floyd.
'If you only knew how I love flowers! I wish you could but see my
conservatory in Park-lane!'

'And how did you find Bath this year, Lady Bellair?' enquired Miss
Temple.

'Oh! my dear, I met a charming man there, I forget his name, but the
most distinguished person I ever met; so very handsome, so very witty,
and with blood in his veins, only I forget his name, and it is a very
good name, too. My dear,' addressing herself to Mrs. Montgomery Floyd,
'tell me the name of my favourite.'

Mrs. Montgomery Floyd looked a little puzzled: 'My great favourite!'
exclaimed the irritated Lady Bellair, rapping