“Loftus, Lodge, and Morris, Skeffington, Langrishe, and others—Boyle Roche, the Usher-in-waiting. On Friday, we had Rowley, Charlemont—”
“Lord Charlemont,—did he dine with the Viceroy on Friday last?”
“Yes, sir; and it was the first time we have asked him since the Mutiny Bill!”
“This is indeed strange, Sam; I scarcely thought he was on such terms with the Court!”
“We forgive and forget, sir,—we forgive and forget,” said Sam, waving his hand with dignity.
“There was young Carew also.”
“Walter Carew, the member for Wicklow?”
“The same—took in Lady Charlotte Carteret—sat next to her Grace, and spoken to frequently—French wife—much noticed!”
“Is he one of the new converts, then?” asked Fagan, slowly; “is he about to change the color of his coat?”
“A deep claret, with diamond buttons, jabot, and ruffles, Mechlin lace—”