The things we do!

A picture of her on a
dark grey paper and touched up with red at the extremities, exists in
Clive's album to the present day.
As they were laughing, rattling, wondering, mimicking, the cicerone
attending them with his nasal twaddle, anon pausing and silent, yielding
to the melancholy pity and wonder which the aspect of that strange and
smiling place inspires,--behold they come upon another party of English,
two young men accompanying a lady.
"What, Clive!" cries one.
"My dear, dear Lord Kew!" shouts the other; and as the young man rushes
up and grasps the two hands of the other, they begin to blush----
Lord Kew and his family resided in a neighbouring hotel on the Chiafa at
Naples; and that very evening on returning from the Pompeian excursion,
the two painters were invited to take tea by those friendly persons. J.
J. excused himself, and sate at home drawing all night. Clive went, and
passed a pleasant evening; in which all sorts of future tours and
pleasure-parties were projected by the young men.


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