"Why, bless my soul, she is forty years old, and has heard everything that can be heard.

Tell me about Kew this instant, Doctor H." The Doctor blandly acknowledges that Lord Kew had been driving Madame Pozzoprofondo, the famous contralto of the Italian Opera, in his phaeton, for two hours, in the face of all Brighton.
"Yes, Doctor," interposes Lady Julia, blushing; "but Signor Pozzoprofondo was in the carriage too--a-a-sitting behind with the groom.

He was indeed, mamma." "Julia, vous n'etes qu'une panache," says Lady Kew, shrugging her shoulders, and looking at her daughter from under her bushy black eyebrows.

Her ladyship, a sister of the late lamented Marquis of Steyne, possessed no small share of the wit and intelligence, and a considerable resemblance to the features, of that distinguished nobleman.
Lady Kew bids her daughter take a pen and write:--"Monsieur le Mauvais Sujet,--Gentlemen who wish to take the sea air in private, or to avoid their relations, had best go to other places than Brighton, where their names are printed in the newspapers.

If you are not drowned in a pozzo--" "Mamma!" interposes the secretary.
"-- in a pozzo-profondo, you will please come to dine with two old women, at half-past seven.