"Who is that tall man with the blue ribbon?"
"He with the military stride, who seems to go right, left—right, left, head up, and queue straight?"
"Yes," said I, laughing.
"That is the gallant old Earl of Crawford, who led the Scottish Horse Guards in Flanders."
"And that dapper little man in the orange-coloured suit, whom he is now presenting?"
"The Chevalier Chassegras de Lery, the first of his Majesty's new Canadian subjects that has appeared in London, where, I can assure you, he is greatly run after. He was wounded in the siege of Quebec, and assisted to bury the Marquis of Montcalm. But look you, cousin, look!" continued Aurora, laughing and blushing behind her large scarlet fan; "do you see that grim-looking old gentlewoman in green brocade?"
"Whom a bishop is presenting—yes."
"The late king died in her arms. She is the Countess of Yarmouth."
"Sophia de Walmoden!"
"Yes. Listen!—she is returning thanks for her pension of 4000l. per annum, for services rendered to his Majesty's royal grandfather. For all his victories over the French the brave Sir Edward Hawke gets exactly half that sum."