I assure you, a perfect model of male fidelity! She is married.

He is on her track.

He knows his time will come; he has only to be handy.

You see, old Nevil believes in Providence, is perfectly sure he will one day hear it cry out, "Where's Beauchamp ?"--"Here I am!"-- "And here's your marquise!"-- "I knew I should have her at last," says Nevil, calm as Mont Blanc on a reduced scale.' The secret of Captain Baskelett's art would seem to be to show the automatic human creature at loggerheads with a necessity that winks at remarkable pretensions, while condemning it perpetually to doll-like action.

You look on men from your own elevation as upon a quantity of our little wooden images, unto whom you affix puny characteristics, under restrictions from which they shall not escape, though they attempt it with the enterprising vigour of an extended leg, or a pair of raised arms, or a head awry, or a trick of jumping; and some of them are extraordinarily addicted to these feats; but for all they do the end is the same, for necessity rules, that exactly so, under stress of activity must the doll Nevil, the doll Everard, or the dolliest of dolls, fair woman, behave.