teles, and Pericles to Phridjas," remarks
Gandish.

"The cases are not quite similar," says Lord Kew, languidly. "You are no
doubt fully equal to Praxiteles; but I don't see my resemblance to the
other party. I should not look well as a hero, and Smee could not paint
me handsome enough."

"I would try, my dear lord," cries Mr. Smee.

"I know you would, my dear fellow," Lord Kew answered, looking at the
painter with a lazy scorn in his eyes. "Where is Colonel Newcome,
Mr. Gandish?" Mr. Gandish replied that our gallant host was dancing a
quadrille in the next room; and the young gentleman walked on towards
that apartment to pay his respects to the giver of the evening's
entertainment.

Newcome's behaviour to the young peer was ceremonious, but not in the
least servile. He saluted the other's superior rank, not his person, as
he turned the guard out for a general officer. He never could be brought
to be otherwise than cold and grave in his behaviour to John James; nor
was it without difficulty, when young Ridley and his son became pupils
at Gandish's, he could be induced to invite the former to his parties.
"An artist is any man's equal," he said. "I have no prejudice of that
sort; and think that Sir Joshua Reynolds and Doctor Johnson were fit
company for any person, of whatever rank. But a young man whose father
may have had to wait behind me at dinner, should not be brought into my
company." Clive compromises the dispute with a laugh. "First," says he,
"I will wait till I am asked; and then I promise I will not go to dine
with Lord Todmoreton."

CHAPTER XX. Contains more Particulars of the Colonel and his Brethren

Clive's amusements, studies, or occupations, such as they were, filled
his day pretty completely, and caused the young gentleman's time to
pass rapidly and pleasantly, his father, it must be owned, had no such
resources, and the good Colonel's idleness hung heavily upon him. He
submitted very kindly to this infliction, however, as he would have done
to any other for Clive's sake; and though he may have wished himself
back with his regiment again, and engaged in the pursuits in which his
life had been spent, he chose to consider these desires as very selfish
and blameable on his part, and sacrificed them resolutely for his son's
welfare. The young fellow, I dare say, gave his parent no more credit
for his long self-denial, than many other children award to theirs. We
take such life-offerings as o