yfair, where Mrs. Campion
entertains the nobility and gentry to whom her husband lends money.
There, and on his glazed cards, he is Mr. Somerset Campion; here he is
Campion and Co.; and the same tuft which ornaments his chin, sprouts
from the under lip of the rest of the firm. It is splendid to see his
cab-horse harness blazing with heraldic bearings, as the vehicle stops
at the door leading to his chambers: The horse flings froth off his
nostrils as he chafes and tosses under the shining bit. The reins and
the breeches of the groom are glittering white,--the lustre of that
equipage makes a sunshine in that shady place.

Our old friend, Captain Costigan, has examined Campion's cab and horse
many an afternoon, as he trailed about the court in his carpet slippers
and dressing-gown, with his old hat cocked over his eye. He suns himself
there after his breakfast when the day is suitable; and goes and pays
a visit to the porter's lodge, where he pats the heads of the children,
and talks to Mrs. Bolton about the thayatres and me daughther Leedy
Mirabel. Mrs. Bolton was herself in the profession once, and danced at
the Wells in early days as the thirteenth of Mr. Serle's forty pupils.

Costigan lives in the third floor at No. 4, in the rooms which were Mr.
Podmore's, and whose name is still on the door--(somebody else's name,
by the way, is on almost all the doors in Shepherd's Inn). When Charley
Podmore (the pleasing tenor singer, T.R.D.L., and at the Back Kitchen
Concert Rooms) married, and went to live at Lambeth, he ceded his
chambers to Mr. Bows and Captain Costigan, who occupy them in common
now, and you may often hear the tones of Mr. Bows's piano of fine days
when the windows are open, acid when he is practising for amusement, or
for the instruction of a theatrical pupil, of whom he has one or two.
Fanny Bolton is one, the porteress's daughter, who has heard tell of her
mother's theatrical glories, which she longs to emulate. She has a good
voice and a pretty face and figure for the stage; and she prepares the
rooms and makes the beds and breakfasts for Messrs. Costigan and Bows,
in return for which the latter instructs her in music and singing.
But for his unfortunate propensity to liquor (and in that excess she
supposes that all men of fashion indulge), she thinks the Captain the
finest gentleman in the world, and believes in all the versions of all
his stories, and she is very fond of Mr. Bows too, and very grateful