town,--before Popenjoy was born,--he called, and was allowed to
see her. Nothing could be more respectful than was his demeanour then,
nor than it had been ever since; and when he announced to his friend,
as he did in person, that he was about to be married to Miss Mildmay,
she congratulated him with warmth, not saying a word as to past
occurrences. But she determined that she would ever be his friend, and
for his sake she has become friendly also to his wife. She never really
liked poor Guss,--nor perhaps does the Captain. But there have been no
quarrels, at any rate, no public quarrels, and Jack has done his duty
in a manner that rather surprised his old acquaintances. But he is a
much altered man, and is growing fat, and has taken to playing whist at
his club before dinner for shilling points. I have always thought that
in his heart of hearts he regrets the legacy.

Whether to spite his son, or at the urgent entreaty of his wife and
doctors, Lord Gossling has of late been so careful, that the gout has
not had a chance of getting into his stomach. Lord Giblet professes
himself to be perfectly satisfied with things as they are. He has
already four children. He lives in a small house in Green Street, and
is a member of the Entomological Society. He is so strict in his
attendance that it is thought that he will some day be president. But
the old lord does not like this turn in his son's life, and says that
the family of De Geese must be going to the dogs when the heir has
nothing better to do than to attend to insects.

Mrs. Montacute Jones gives as many parties as ever in Grosvenor Place,
and is never so well pleased as when she can get the Marchioness of
Brotherton to her house. She is still engaged in matrimonial pursuits,
and is at the present moment full of an idea that the minister from
Saxony, who is a fine old gentleman of sixty, but a bachelor, may be
got to marry Lady Amelia Germain. Mary assures her that there isn't the
least chance,--that Amelia would certainly not accept him,--and that an
old German of sixty, used to diplomacy all his life, is the last man in
the world to be led into difficulties. But Mrs. Jones never gives way
in such matters, and has already made the plans for a campaign at
Killancodlem next August.

I regret to state that Messrs. Snape and Cashett have persecuted the
poor Baroness most cruelly. They have contrived to show that the lady
has not only got into their debt, but has also swin