we see what America is up to; but we know what England is. That's enough
for us.'

However, when dinner is served, and Lightwood drops into his old place
over against Lady Tippins, she can be fended off no longer. 'Long
banished Robinson Crusoe,' says the charmer, exchanging salutations,
'how did you leave the Island?'

'Thank you,' says Lightwood. 'It made no complaint of being in pain
anywhere.'

'Say, how did you leave the savages?' asks Lady Tippins.

'They were becoming civilized when I left Juan Fernandez,' says
Lightwood. 'At least they were eating one another, which looked like
it.'

'Tormentor!' returns the dear young creature. 'You know what I mean, and
you trifle with my impatience. Tell me something, immediately, about the
married pair. You were at the wedding.'

'Was I, by-the-by?' Mortimer pretends, at great leisure, to consider.
'So I was!'

'How was the bride dressed? In rowing costume?'

Mortimer looks gloomy, and declines to answer.

'I hope she steered herself, skiffed herself, paddled herself,
larboarded and starboarded herself, or whatever the technical term may
be, to the ceremony?' proceeds the playful Tippins.

'However she got to it, she graced it,' says Mortimer.

Lady Tippins with a skittish little scream, attracts the general
attention. 'Graced it! Take care of me if I faint, Veneering. He means
to tell us, that a horrid female waterman is graceful!'

'Pardon me. I mean to tell you nothing, Lady Tippins,' replies
Lightwood. And keeps his word by eating his dinner with a show of the
utmost indifference.

'You shall not escape me in this way, you morose backwoodsman,' retorts
Lady Tippins. 'You shall not evade the question, to screen your friend
Eugene, who has made this exhibition of himself. The knowledge shall be
brought home to you that such a ridiculous affair is condemned by the
voice of Society. My dear Mrs Veneering, do let us resolve ourselves
into a Committee of the whole House on the subject.'

Mrs Veneering, always charmed by this rattling sylph, cries. 'Oh yes!
Do let us resolve ourselves into a Committee of the whole House!
So delicious!' Veneering says, 'As many as are of that opinion, say
Aye,--contrary, No--the Ayes have it.' But nobody takes the slightest
notice of his joke.

'Now, I am Chairwoman of Committees!' cries Lady Tippins.

('What spirits she has!' exclaims Mrs Veneering; to whom likewise nobody
attends.)

'And this,' pursues the sprightly on