The things we do!

Quilter. Good-bye, my dear Colonel. How well India has
agreed with you! how young you look! the hot winds are nothing to what we
endure in Parliament.--Hobson," in a low voice, "you saw about that h'm,
that power of attorney--and h'm and h'm will call here at twelve about
that h'm.--I am sorry I must say good-bye--it seems so hard after not
meeting for so many years."
"Very," says the Colonel.
"Mind and send for me whenever you want me, now."
"Oh, of course," said the elder brother, and thought when will that ever
be!
"Lady Anne will be too delighted at hearing of your arrival. Give my love
to Clive--a remarkable fine boy, Clive--good morning:" and the Baronet
was gone, and his bald head might presently be seen alongside of Mr.
Quilter's confidential grey poll, both of their faces turned into an
immense ledger.
Mr. Hobson accompanied the Colonel to the door, and shook him cordially
by the hand as he got into his cab. The man asked whither be should
drive? and poor Newcome hardly knew where he was or whither he should go.


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