seats beside me,
and Jack went behind."

"Where Monsieur Pozzoprofondo sits, bon."

"We drove on to the Downs, and we were nearly coming to grief. My horses
are young, and when they get on the grass they are as if they were mad.
It was very wrong; I know it was."

"D----d rash," interposes Jack. "He had nearly broken all our necks."

"And my brother Frank would have been Lord Kew," continued the young
Earl, with a quiet smile. "What an escape for him! The horses ran
away--ever so far--and I thought the carriage must upset. The poor
little boy, who has lost his pluck in the fever, began to cry; but that
young girl, though she was as white as a sheet, never gave up for a
moment, and sate in her place like a man. We met nothing, luckily; and I
pulled the horses in after a mile or two, and I drove 'em into Brighton
as quiet as if I had been driving a hearse. And that little trump of an
Ethel, what do you think she said? She said, 'I was not frightened,
but you must not tell mamma.' My aunt, it appears, was in a dreadful
commotion--I ought to have thought of that."

"Lady Anne is a ridiculous old dear. I beg your pardon, Lady Kew," here
breaks in Jack the apologiser.

"There is a brother of Sir Brian Newcome's staying with them," Lord Kew
proceeds; "an East India Colonel--a very fine-looking old boy."

"Smokes awfully, row about it in the hotel. Go on, Kew; beg your----"

"This gentleman was on the look-out for us, it appears, for when we
came in sight he despatched a boy who was with him, running like a
lamplighter back to my aunt, to say all was well. And he took little
Alfred out of the carriage, and then helped out Ethel, and said, 'My
dear, you are too pretty to scold; but you have given us all a belle
peur.' And then he made me and Jack a low bow, and stalked into the
lodgings."

"I think you do deserve to be whipped, both of you," cries Lady Kew.

"We went up and made our peace with my aunt, and were presented in form
to the Colonel and his youthful cub."

"As fine a fellow as ever I saw: and as fine a boy as ever I saw," cries
Jack Belsize. "The young chap is a great hand at drawing--upon my life
the best drawings I ever saw. And he was making a picture for little
What-d'you-call-'em. And Miss Newcome was looking over them. And Lady
Anne pointed out the group to me, and said how pretty it was. She is
uncommonly sentimental, you know, Lady Anne."

"My daughter Anne is the greatest fool in the three king