day, which Doctor H., in the course of his visit,
confirms. The child is getting well rapidly; eating like a little ogre.
His cousin Lord Kew has been to see him. He is the kindest of men, Lord
Kew; he brought the little man Tom and Jerry with the pictures. The boy
is delighted with the pictures.

"Why has not Kew come to see me? When did he come? Write him a note, and
send for him instantly, Julia. Did you know he was here?"

Julia says, that she had but that moment read in the Brighton papers the
arrival of the Earl of Kew and the Honourable J. Belsize at the Albion.

"I am sure they are here for some mischief," cries the old lady,
delighted. "Whenever George and John Belsize are together, I know there
is some wickedness planning. What do you know, Doctor? I see by your
face you know something. Do tell it me, that I may write it to his
odious psalm-singing mother."

Doctor H.'s face does indeed wear a knowing look. He simpers and says,
"I did see Lord Kew driving this morning, first with the Honourable Mr.
Belsize, and afterwards"--here he glances towards Lady Julia, as if to
say, "Before an unmarried lady, I do not like to tell your ladyship
with whom I saw Lord Kew driving, after he had left the Honourable Mr.
Belsize, who went to play a match with Captain Huxtable at tennis."

"Are you afraid to speak before Julia?" cries the elder lady. "Why,
bless my soul, she is forty years old, and has heard everything that can
be heard. Tell me about Kew this instant, Doctor H."

The Doctor blandly acknowledges that Lord Kew had been driving Madame
Pozzoprofondo, the famous contralto of the Italian Opera, in his
phaeton, for two hours, in the face of all Brighton.

"Yes, Doctor," interposes Lady Julia, blushing; "but Signor
Pozzoprofondo was in the carriage too--a-a-sitting behind with the
groom. He was indeed, mamma."

"Julia, vous n'etes qu'une panache," says Lady Kew, shrugging her
shoulders, and looking at her daughter from under her bushy black
eyebrows. Her ladyship, a sister of the late lamented Marquis of Steyne,
possessed no small share of the wit and intelligence, and a considerable
resemblance to the features, of that distinguished nobleman.

Lady Kew bids her daughter take a pen and write:--"Monsieur le Mauvais
Sujet,--Gentlemen who wish to take the sea air in private, or to avoid
their relations, had best go to other places than Brighton, where
their names are printed in the newspapers. If you are not dro