anio's
short black cloak and slouched hat and feather, but still retaining his
burnt cork eyebrows and moustache, and wondering that Roger did not know
him; Uncle Geoffrey still in Shylock's yellow cap, and Fred somewhat
grim with the Prince of Morocco's complexion.

"How d'ye do, Phil?" said Roger, returning his cousinly shake of the
hand with interest. "What! are not you Philip Carey?"

"O, Roger, Roger!" cried a small figure, in whom the Italian maiden
predominated.

"What, Aunt Geoffrey masquerading too? How d'ye do, aunt?"

"Well done, Roger! That's right! Go on!" cried his father, laughing
heartily.

"Is it not my aunt? No? Is it the little Bee, then? Why you are grown as
like her! But where is Aunt Geoffrey then? Not here? That is a bore. I
thought you would have all been in port here at Christmas. And is not
this Philip? Come tell me, some of you, instead of laughing there. Are
you Fred Langford, then?"

"Right this time," said Fred, "so now you must shake hands with me in my
own name."

"Very glad to do so, and see you here at last," said Roger, cordially.
"And now tell me, what is all this about? One would think you were
crossing the Line?"

"You shall hear what it is all about, and see too," said Mr. Langford.
"We must have that wicked old Jew disappointed, must not we, Willy? But
where is my little Portia? What is become of her?"

"Fled, I suspect," said her mother, "gone to turn into herself before
her introduction."

"O, Roger, it was so jolly," Carey was now heard to say above the
confusion of voices. "Uncle Geoffrey was an old Jew, going to cut a
pound of flesh out of Fred, and Henrietta was making a speech in a
lawyer's wig, and had just found such a dodge!"

"Ha! like the masks in the carnival at Rio! Ferrars and I went ashore
there, and--"

"Have you been at Sutton Leigh, Roger?"

"Have you dined?"

"Cold turkey--excellent Christmas pie, only too much pepper--a cup of
tea--no, but we will have the beef in--"

Further conversation was suspended by these propositions, with the
answers and thanks resulting therefrom, but in the midst grandpapa
exclaimed, "Ah! here she is! Here is the counsellor! Here is a new
cousin for you, Roger; here is the advocate for you when you have a
tough law-suit! Lucky for you, Master Geoffrey, that she is not a man,
or your nose would soon be put out of joint. You little rogue! How dared
you make your mother and grandfather cry their hearts out?"

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