The things we do!

Ethel blushed; it was a curious fact, but there had been no mention of
Clive in the ladies' letters to Sir Brian.
"My dear, we met him by the merest chance, at Bonn, travelling with a
friend of his; and he speaks a little German, and was very useful to us,
and took one of the boys in his britzska the whole way."
"Boys always crowd in a carriage," says Sir Brian. "Kick your shins;
always in the way. I remember, when we used to come in the carriage from
Clapham, when we were boys, I used to kick my brother Tom's shins. Poor
Tom, he was a devilish wild fellow in those days. You don't recollect
Tom, my Lady Anne?"
Further anecdotes from Sir Brian are interrupted by Lord Kew's arrival.
"How dydo, Kew!" cries Barnes. "How's Clara?" and Lord Kew walking up
with great respect to shake hands with Sir Brian, says, "I am glad to see
you looking so well, sir," and scarcely takes any notice of Barnes. That
Mr. Barnes Newcome was an individual not universally beloved, is a point
of history of which there can be no doubt.


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