dy's maid being affable to Sir Lancelot? I protest there is nothing
like the virtue of English women.

"You have only arrived to-day, and you came to see me? That was
very kind. N'est-ce pas que c'etoit bong de Mouseer le Collonel,
mademoiselle? Madamaselle Lebrun, le Collonel Newcome, mong frere."
(In a whisper, "My children's governess and my friend, a most superior
woman.") "Was it not kind of Colonel Newcome to come to see me? Have you
had a pleasant voyage? Did you come by St. Helena? Oh, how I envy
you seeing the tomb of that great man! Nous parlong de Napolleong,
mademoiselle, dong voter pere a ete le General favvory."

"O Dieu! que n'ai je pu le voir," interjaculates mademoiselle. "Lui dont
parle l'univers, dont mon pere m'a si souvent parle!" but this remark
passes quite unnoticed by mademoiselle's friend, who continues:

"Clive, donnez-moi voter bras. These are two of my girls. My boys are
at school. I shall be so glad to introduce them to their uncle. This
naughty boy might never have seen you, but that we took him home to
Marblehead, after the scarlet fever, and made him well, didn't we,
Clive? And we are all very fond of him, and you must not be jealous of
his love for his aunt. We feel that we quite know you through him, and
we know that you know us, and we hope you will like us. Do you think
your pa will like us, Clive? Or perhaps you will like Lady Anne best?
Yes; you have been to her first, of course? Not been? Oh! because she is
not in town." Leaning fondly on the arm of Clive, mademoiselle standing
grouped with the children hard by while John, with his hat off, stood at
the opened door, Mr Newcome slowly uttered the above remarkable remarks
to the Colonel, on the threshold of her house, which she never asked him
to pass.

"If you will come in to us at about ten this evening," she then said,
"you will find some men, not undistinguished, who honour me of an
evening. Perhaps they will be interesting to you, Colonel Newcome, as
you are newly arrived in Europe. Not men of worldly rank, necessarily,
although some of them are amongst the noblest of Europe. But my maxim
is, that genius is an illustration, and merit is better than any
pedigree. You have heard of Professor Bodgers? Count Poski? Doctor
McGuffog, who is called in his native country the Ezekiel of
Clackmannan? Mr. Shaloony, the great Irish patriot? our papers have told
you of him. These and some more I have been good enough to promise me a
vis