“The latter circumstance eluded my memory, my lord.”
“But when I told her I must relieve only one poor person by day, she took my hand.”
“Your lordship will find all the items realized in this book, my lord.”
“What a beautiful book!”
“Alba are considerably ameliorated, my lord.”
“Alba?”
“Plural of album, my lord,” explained the refined factotum, “more delicate, I conceive, than the vulgar reading.”
Viscount Ipsden read from
“MR. SAUNDERS'S ALBUM.
“To illustrate the inelegance of the inferior classes, two juvenile venders of the piscatory tribe were this day ushered in, and instantaneously, without the accustomed preliminaries, plunged into a familiar conversation with Lord Viscount Ipsden.