or twenty years
and who was said to have no relations, I found you one and a very near
one. You are at the station and you have got your ticket. The American
gentleman's wiolent. Here's the police. I must take a high tone." And
with these words Chaffing Jack quitted them.

In the meantime, we must not forget Dandy Mick and his two young friends
whom he had so generously offered to treat to the Temple.

"Well, what do you think of it?" asked Caroline of Harriet in a whisper
as they entered the splendid apartment.

"It's just what I thought the Queen lived in," said Harriet; "but indeed
I'm all of a flutter."

"Well, don't look as if you were," said her friend.

"Come along gals," said Mick; "who's afraid? Here, we'll sit down at
this table. Now, what shall we have? Here waiter; I say waiter!"

"Yes, sir, yes, sir."

"Well, why don't you come when I call," said Mick with a consequential
air. "I have been hallooing these ten minutes. Couple of glasses of bar
mixture for these ladies and go of gin for myself. And I say waiter,
stop, stop, don't be in such a deuced hurry; do you think folks can
drink without eating;--sausages for three; and damme, take care they are
not burnt."

"Yes, sir, directly, directly."

"That's the way to talk to these fellows," said Mick with a
self-satisfied air, and perfectly repaid by the admiring gaze of his
companions.

"It's pretty Miss Harriet," said Mick looking up at the ceiling with a
careless nil admirari glance.

"Oh! it is beautiful," said Harriet.

"You never were here before; it's the only place. That's the Lady of the
Lake," he added, pointing to a picture; "I've seen her at the Circus,
with real water."

The hissing sausages crowning a pile of mashed potatoes were placed
before them; the delicate rummers of the Mowbray slap-bang, for the
girls; the more masculine pewter measure for their friend.

"Are the plates very hot?" said Mick;

"Very sir."

"Hot plates half the battle," said Mick.

"Now, Caroline; here, Miss Harriet; don't take away your plate, wait for
the mash; they mash their taters here very elegant."

It was a very happy and very merry party. Mick delighted to help his
guests, and to drink their healths.

"Well," said he when the waiter had cleared away their plates, and left
them to their less substantial luxuries. "Well," said Mick, sipping a
renewed glass of gin twist and leaning back in his chair, "say what they
please, there's nothing like