She muttered to herself-- _"Mon ane parle, et meme il parle bien!"_ But, declining the altercation which Lady Binks seemed disposed to enter into, she replied, with good-humour, "Well, dearest Rachel, we will not pull caps about this man--nay, I think your good opinion of him gives him new value in my eyes.

That is always the way with us, my good friend! We may confess it, when there are none of these conceited male wretches among us.

We will know what he really is--he shall not wear fern-seed, and walk among us invisible thus--what say you, Maria ?" "Indeed, I say, dear Lady Penelope," answered Miss Digges, whose ready chatter we have already introduced to the reader, "he is a very handsome man, though his nose is too big, and his mouth too wide--but his teeth are like pearl--and he has such eyes!--especially when your ladyship spoke to him.

I don't think you looked at his eyes--they are quite deep and dark, and full of glow, like what you read to us in the letter from that lady, about Robert Burns." "Upon my word, miss, you come on finely!" said Lady Penelope.--"One had need take care what they read or talk about before you, I see--Come, Jones, have mercy upon us--put an end to that symphony of tinkling cups and saucers, and let the first act of the tea-table begin, if you please." "Does her leddyship mean the grace ?" said honest Mrs.Blower, for the first time admitted into this worshipful society, and busily employed in arranging an Indian handkerchief, that might have made a mainsail for one of her husband's smuggling luggers, which she spread carefully on her knee, to prevent damage to a flowered black silk gown from the repast of tea and cake, to which she proposed to do due honour--"Does her leddyship mean the grace?
I see the minister is just coming in .-- Her leddyship waits till ye say a blessing, an ye please, sir." Mr.Winterblossom, who _toddled_ after the chaplain, his toe having given him an alert hint to quit the dining-table, though he saw every feature in the poor woman's face swoln with desire to procure information concerning the ways and customs of the place, passed on the other side of the way, regardless of her agony of curiosity.
A moment after, she was relieved by the entrance of Dr.Quackleben, whose maxim being, that one patient was as well worth attention as another, and who knew by experience, that the _honoraria_ of a godly wife of the Bow-head were as apt to be forthcoming, (if not more so,) as my Lady Penelope's, he e'en sat himself quietly down by Mrs.Blower, and proceeded with the utmost kindness to enquire after her health, and to hope she had not forgotten taking a table-spoonful of spirits burnt to a _residuum_, in order to qualify the crudities.
"Indeed, Doctor," said the honest woman, "I loot the brandy burn as lang as I dought look at the gude creature wasting itsell that gate--and then, when I was fain to put it out for very thrift, I did take a thimbleful of it, (although it is not the thing I am used to, Dr.
Quackleben,) and I winna say but that it did me good." "Unquestionably, madam," said the Doctor, "I am no friend to the use of alcohol in general, but there are particular cases--there are particular cases, Mrs.Blower--My venerated instructor, one of the greatest men in our profession that ever lived, took a wine-glassful of old rum, mixed with sugar, every day after his dinner." "Ay?
dear heart, he would be a comfortable doctor that," said Mrs.
Blower.

"He wad maybe ken something of my case.