full-pay, military officers, naval officers, and sheriffs'
officers. There were people of high fashion and rank, and people of
no rank at all; there were men and women of reputation, and of the two
kinds of reputation; there were English boys playing cricket; English
pointers putting up the German partridges, and English guns knocking
them down; there were women whose husbands, and men whose wives were at
home; there were High Church and Low Church--England turned out for a
holiday, in a word. How much farther shall we extend our holiday ground,
and where shall we camp next? A winter at Cairo is nothing now. Perhaps
ere long we shall be going to Saratoga Springs, and the Americans coming
to Margate for the summer.

Apartments befitting her dignity and the number of her family had been
secured for Lady Kicklebury by her dutiful son, in the same house in
which one of Lankin's friends had secured for us much humbler lodgings.
Kicklebury received his mother's advent with a great deal of good humor;
and a wonderful figure the good-natured little baronet was when he
presented himself to his astonished friends, scarcely recognizable by
his own parent and sisters, and the staring retainers of their house.

"Mercy, Kicklebury! have you become a red republican?" his mother asked.

"I can't find a place to kiss you," said Miss Fanny, laughing to her
brother; and he gave her pretty cheek such a scrub with his red beard,
as made some folks think it would be very pleasant to be Miss Fanny's
brother.

In the course of his travels, one of Sir Thomas Kicklebury's chief
amusements and cares had been to cultivate this bushy auburn ornament.
He said that no man could pronounce German properly without a beard to
his jaws; but he did not appear to have got much beyond this preliminary
step to learning; and, in spite of his beard, his honest English accent
came out, as his jolly English face looked forth from behind that fierce
and bristly decoration, perfectly good-humored and unmistakable. We try
our best to look like foreigners, but we can't. Every Italian mendicant
or Pont Neuf beggar knows his Englishman in spite of blouse, and beard,
and slouched hat. "There is a peculiar high-bred grace about us," I
whisper to Lady Kicklebury, "an aristocratic je ne scais quoi, which is
not to be found in any but Englishmen; and it is that which makes us so
immensely liked and admired all over the Continent." Well, this may
be truth or joke--this ma