For how could he have any, the remotest relation with Queens and Peninsular pic-nics?
You shall hear.
Lady Jocelyn happened to catch a word or two of the story.
'Why,' said she, 'that's English! Franks, you remember the ballet divertissement they improvised at the Bodley race-ball, when the magnificent footman fired a curtain and caught up Lady Racial, and carried her--' 'Heaven knows where!' cried Sir Franks.

'I remember it perfectly.

It was said that the magnificent footman did it on purpose to have that pleasure.' 'Ay, of course,' Hamilton took him up.

'They talked of prosecuting the magnificent footman.' 'Ay,' followed Seymour, 'and nobody could tell where the magnificent footman bolted.

He vanished into thin air.' 'Ay, of course,' Melville struck in; 'and the magic enveloped the lady for some time.' At this point Mr.George Uplift gave a horse-laugh.