he population, relaxed by the weariful engagement with what to them was a fruitless heat, were severally bath

m Southampton Water, had some of the amusement proper to things plucked off the levels, in the conversation of a couple of journeymen close ahead of him, as he made his way from a quiet street of brokers' offices to a Cit

n't bad; it's cooling. B

koned all that n

knocked at the door of the general conscience and obtained a civil reply from the footman. Repulsive as the thought was to one still holding to Whiggish Liberalism, though flying various Radical kites, he was caught by the decisive ultratorrent, and whirled to amid the necessity for the interference of the State, to stop the poisoning of the poor. Upper classes have never legislated systematically in their interests; and quid . . . rabidae tradis ovile lupae? says one of the multitude. We may be seeing fangs of wolves where fleeces waxed. The State that makes it a vital principle to concern itself with the helpless poor, meets instead of waiting for Dem

d to please her: and all the while, the motive of her mind impelled him in reflection beyond practicable limits: even pointing him to apt quotations! Either he thought within her thoughts, or his own were at her disposal. Nor was it sufficient for him to be sensible of her influence, to restrain the impetus he took from her. He had alre

e was no harm in the accustomed title, to his taste; but she disliking it, he did the same, on her special behalf; and the prospect, funereally draped, of a title sweeter-sounding to her ears, was above his horizon. Be

he lover condemned to

name of the woman he

ried, bumped him on the

and

'Ha! Redwarth!

answered: 'Down to the Tower, to an officer quartered th

of the fact of his hating to lie: whereupon thus he poured himself out, in the quieter bustle of an alley, off the main thoroughfare. 'You're a friend of hers. I 'm sure you care for her reputation; you 're an old friend of hers, and she's my wife's dearest friend; and I'm fond of her too; and I

im. 'Did he say it

was in the hot vein of a confidence and he wanted advice. 'The cur said it to a woman-hang the woman

woman?' sa

mob at his elbows. 'I don't

heaven, she is! Come, you're a friend of my wife's, but you're a man of the world and my friend, and you know how fellows are tempted, Tom Redworth.-Cur though he is, he's likely to step out and receive a lesson.-Well, he's the favoured cavalier for the present . . . h'm . . . Fryar-Gannett. Swears he told her, circumstantially; and it was down at Lockton, when Diana Warwick was a girl. Swears she'll spit her venom at her, so that Diana Warwick shan't hold her head up in London Society, what with that cur Wroxeter, Old Dannisbur

Lukin curiously

up to your Cl

e this evening, to conf

you me

m engaged for the evening. You perceive, my good fellow,' he resumed, as they rolled along, 'this is a delic

e he frequents, and publicly call h

etext will quash the woman's name. Now, suc

nd,' Sir Lukin nodded

ise, to trounce the sco

-neither you nor Colonel Hartswood. I'll see you by appointment at your Club.' Redworth

Sir Lukin; 'what has t

mething else

ening-engaged!-fee to Polly Hopkins -and it's a gentleman, a nobleman, my lord!-been going on behind your back half the season!-and she isn't hissed when she abuses a lady, a saint in comparison! You know the world, old fellow:-Brighton, Richmond, visits to a friend as deep in the bog. How Fryar-Gunnett- a man, after all-can stand it! And drives of an afternoon for an airing-by heaven! You're out of that mess, Redworth: not much taste for the sex; and yo

be hung on a woman of that kind,' said Redworth. '

sed Redworth to run up into his Clu

s the

w Redworth on

ing business for in the

t Copsley; good-l

as abi

the window and asked him whether it was not Tom Redworth in the cab. Another, of the same School, standing squared before a sheet o

said Sir Lukin, with Miss Paynham ringing in his head. 'He's

a tranced eye, and turning a similar gaze on Sir Lukin, as if through hi

syllables and the dot language, crudely masculine. Immensely surprised, Sir Lukin exclaimed: 'Of course! when fellows live quietly and are careful of themselves. Ah! you may think you know a man for years,

ch the c

of a wealthy city to give them a positive cognizance of female humanity; and

her woman once; but he's one of your friendly fellows with women. That's how it was I took him for a fish. Great mistake, I admit. But Tom Redworth 's a ma

a guest of the house; and he talked to her of Redworth, and had the satisfaction to spy a blush, a rageing blush: which avowal presented her to his v

im to-day,

. He goes down to

ot,' said

.' She closed her e

me rather serious

rio

rmed: not con

e told me so much-I

of danger,

Mrs. Warwic

e preserved an impenetrable air. But he had

s, and Sir Lukin passed her, formally saluting. He could not help the look behind him, she sat so bewitchingly on horseback! He looked, and b

comm

seeming homelier, girlish. If the trial of her beauty of a woman in a temper can bear the strain, she has attractive lures indeed; irresistible to the amorous idler: and when, in addition, being the guilty person, she plays the injured, her show o

her figure had an air of vindicating her successfully, except for the poison she spat at Diana Warwick. And what pretty thing had he been doing? He reviewed dozens of specul

rresolute, suspecting a female trap. But curiosity, combined with the instinctive turning of his nose in the direction of the lady's house, led him thither, to an accomp