ning; blind hookey,
shampaign, the dooce's own delight. That party have had I don't know how
much in diamonds--and they quarrel and swear at each other, and fling
plates: it's tremendous.

Tommy. Why doesn't the Marquis man mind his own affairs? He's a
supersellious beast: and will no more speak to a man, except he's
out-a-livery, than he would to a chimbly-swip. He! Cuss him, I'd fight
'im for 'alf-a-crown.

Lackey. And we'd back you, Tommy. Buzfuz upstairs ain't supersellious;
nor is the Prince's walet nether. That old Sangjang's a rum old
guvnor. He was in England with the Count, fifty years ago--in the
hemigration--in Queen Hann's time, you know. He used to support the old
Count. He says he remembers a young Musseer Newcome then, that used to
take lessons from the Shevallier, the Countess' father--there's my bell.

[Exit Lackey.

Backystopper. Not a bad chap that. Sports his money very free--sings an
uncommon good song.

Thomas. Pretty voice, but no cultiwation.

Lackey (who re-enters). Be here at two o'clock for Miss N. Take
anything? Come round the corner.--There's a capital shop round the
corner.

[Exeunt Servants.

SCENE II. Ethel. I can't think where Madame de Moncontour has gone. How
very odd it was that you should come here--that we should both come here
to-day! How surprised I was to see you at the Minister's! Grandmamma was
so angry! "That boy pursues us wherever we go," she said. I am sure I
don't know why we shouldn't meet, Clive. It seems to be wrong even
my seeing you by chance here. Do you know, sir, what a scolding I had
about--about going to Brighton with you? My grandmother did not hear of
it till we were in Scotland, when that foolish maid of mine talked of it
to her maid; and, there was oh, such a tempest! If there were a Bastile
here, she would like to lock you into it. She says that you are always
upon our way--I don't know how, I am sure. She says, but for you I
should have been--you know what I should have been: but I am thankful
that I wasn't, and Kew has got a much nicer wife in Henrietta Pulleyn,
than I could ever have been to him. She will be happier than Clara,
Clive. Kew is one of the kindest creatures in the world--not very wise;
not very strong: but he is just such a kind, easy, generous little man,
as will make a girl like Henrietta quite happy.

Clive. But not you, Ethel?

Eth