MR.

BUMBLECASE, a word with you--I have a little business.
Farewell, the goodly Manor of Blackacre, with all its woods, underwoods, and appurtenances whatever .-- WYCHERLEY: _Plain Dealer_.
IN quitting Fenton's Hotel, Lord Vargrave entered into one of the clubs in St.James's Street: this was rather unusual with him, for he was not a club man.

It was not his system to spend his time for nothing.

But it was a wet December day; the House was not yet assembled, and he had done his official business.

Here, as he was munching a biscuit and reading an article in one of the ministerial papers--the heads of which he himself had supplied--Lord Saxingham joined and drew him to the window.
"I have reason to think," said the earl, "that your visit to Windsor did good." "Ah, indeed; so I fancied." "I do not think that a certain personage will ever consent to the -- ---question; and the premier, whom I saw to-day, seems chafed and irritated." "Nothing can be better; I know that we are in the right boat." "I hope it is not true, Lumley, that your marriage with Miss Cameron is broken off; such was the _on dit_ in the club, just before you entered." "Contradict it, my dear lord,--contradict it.