Emilia smiled merrily.

"What was it ?" said she; and perceiving many faces beneath her red among handkerchiefs, she was eager to see the thing that the unhappy Braintop had speedily secreted.
"Come, sir, let's see it!" quoth Mr.Pole, itching for a fresh laugh; and in spite of Braintop's protest, and in defiance of his burning blush, he compelled the wretched youth to draw it forth, and be manifestly convicted of vanity.
A shout of laughter burst from Mr.Pole.

"No wonder these young sparks cut us all out.

Lord, what cunning dogs they are! They ain't satisfied with seeing themselves in their boots, but they--ha! ha! By George! We've got the best fun in our box.

I say, Braintop! you ought to have two, my boy.