At my broker's in the City yesterday I saw the name on a Memorandum of purchase of Shares in a concern promising ten per cent., and not likely to carry the per annum into the plural.

He told me she was a grand kind of woman, past advising.' 'For what amount' 'Some thousands, I think it was.' 'She has no money': Lady Wathin corrected her emphasis: 'or ought to have none.' 'She can't have got it from him.' 'Did you notice her Christian name ?' 'I don't recollect it, if I did.

I thought the woman a donkey.' 'Would you consider me a busybody were I to try to mitigate this woman's evil influence?
I love dear Constance, and should be happy to serve her.' 'I want my girl married,' said old Quintin.

'He's one of my Parliamentary chiefs, with first-rate prospects; good family, good sober fellow--at least I thought so; by nature, I mean; barring your incantations.

He suits me, she liking him.' 'She admires him, I am sure.' 'She's dead on end for the fellow!' Lady Wathin felt herself empowered by Quintin Manx to undertake the release of sweet Constance Asper's knight from the toils of his enchantress.