The things we do!

He was
indeed, mamma."
"Julia, vous n'etes qu'une panache," says Lady Kew, shrugging her
shoulders, and looking at her daughter from under her bushy black
eyebrows. Her ladyship, a sister of the late lamented Marquis of Steyne,
possessed no small share of the wit and intelligence, and a considerable
resemblance to the features, of that distinguished nobleman.
Lady Kew bids her daughter take a pen and write:--"Monsieur le Mauvais
Sujet,--Gentlemen who wish to take the sea air in private, or to avoid
their relations, had best go to other places than Brighton, where their
names are printed in the newspapers. If you are not drowned in a pozzo--"
"Mamma!" interposes the secretary.
"--in a pozzo-profondo, you will please come to dine with two old women,
at half-past seven. You may bring Mr. Belsize, and must tell us a hundred
stories.--Yours, etc., L. Kew."
Julia wrote all the letter as her mother dictated it, save only one
sentence, and the note was sealed and despatched to my Lord Kew, who came
to dinner with Jack Belsize.


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