ies were not situated in China.

"Ah, Twining, never thought to see you here," called out his Lordship to
a singularly tall man, who came forward with such awkward contortions of
legs and arms, as actually to suggest the notion that he was struggling
against somebody. Mr. O'Reilly modestly stole away while the friends
were shaking hands, and we take the same opportunity to, present the new
arrival to our reader.

Mr. Adderley Twining was a gentleman of good family and very large
fortune, whose especial pleasure it was to pass off to the world for a
gay, light-hearted, careless creature, of small means, and most lavish
liberality. To be, in fact, perpetually struggling between a most
generous temperament and a narrow purse. His cordiality was extreme, his
politeness unbounded; and as he was most profuse in his pledges for
the present and his promises for the future, he attained to a degree of
popularity which to his own estimation was immense. This was, in fact,
the one sole self-deception of his very crafty nature, and the belief
that he was a universal favourite was the solitary mistake of this
shrewd intelligence. Although a married man, there was so constantly
some "difficulty" or other--these were his own words--about Lady Grace,
that they seldom were seen together; but he spoke of her when absent in
terms of the most fervent affection, but whose health, or spirits, or
tastes, or engagements unhappily denied her the happiness of travelling
along with him. Whenever it chanced that they were together, he scarcely
mentioned her.

"And what breeze of fortune has wafted you here, Twining?" said his
Lordship, delighted to chance upon a native of his own world.

"Health, my Lord,--health," said he, with one of his ready laughs, as
though everything he said or thought had some comic side in it that
amused him, "and a touch of economy too, my Lord."

"What humbug all that is, Twining. Who the deuce is so well off as
yourself?" said Lord Lackington, with all that peculiar bitterness with
which an embarrassed man listens to the grumblings of a wealthy one.

"Only too happy, my Lord--rejoiced if you were right. Capital news for
me, eh?--excellent news!" And he slapped his lean legs with his long
thin fingers, and laughed immoderately.

"Come, come, we all know that--besides a devilish good thing of your
own--you got the Wrexley estate, and old Poole's Dorsetshire property.
Hang me if I ever open a newspaper without readi