We had a Ball party and an Aladdin supper, and for a fortnight my father hired postillions; we flashed through London.

My father backed a horse to run in the races on Epsom Downs named Prince Royal, only for the reason that his name was Prince Royal, and the horse won, which was, he said, a proof to me that in our country it was common prudence to stick to Royalty; and he bade me note that if he went in a carriage and two, he was comparatively unnoticed, whereas when he was beheld in a carriage and four, with postillions, at a glance from him the country people tugged their forelocks, and would like, if he would let them, to kiss his hand.

'We will try the scarlet livery on one of our drives, Richie,' said he.

Mrs.Waddy heard him.

'It is unlawful, sir,' she said.