Thomp. "MY LORD, THIS MOMENT I HAVE DONE SO."
Eust. "THEN—THEN—LEAVE ME!!"
[And his Lordship pegs away at the Birds, drinks a Bottle of Claret, and feels all the better.
OUT OF THE FASHION.
"WHY, FWED!—WHAWT'S THE MATTER WITH YOUR LEGS?"
"WHY, YOU SEE, PEG-TOP TROUSERS ARE GETTING SO COMMON, I'M GOING TO GIVE NATURE A CHANCE!"
REMARKABLE OCCURRENCE.
ON THE MORNING AFTER THE DISPENSARY BALL, AS EMILY DEUXTEMPS AND CLARA POLKINGTON WERE SITTING IN THE PLANTATION, WHO SHOULD COME TO THE VERY SPOT BUT CAPTAIN FASTMAN AND YOUNG REGINALD FIPPS!