Mr.Broune, of the "Breakfast Table," was to be seen there constantly, with his wife Lady Carbury, and poor old Booker of the "Literary Chronicle." City men can make a budget popular or the reverse, and therefore the Mills Happertons of the day were welcome.

Rising barristers might be wanted to become Solicitors-General.

The pet Orpheus of the hour, the young tragic actor who was thought to have a real Hamlet within him, the old painter who was growing rich on his reputation, and the young painter who was still strong with hope, even the little trilling poet, though he trilled never so faintly, and the somewhat wooden novelist, all had tongues of their own, and certain modes of expression, which might assist or injure the Palliser Coalition,--as the Duke's Ministry was now called.
"Who is that man?
I've seen him here before.

The Duchess was talking to him ever so long just now." The question was asked by Mr.Rattler of Mr.Roby.About half-an-hour before this time Mr.Rattler had essayed to get a few words with the Duchess, beginning with the communication of some small political secret.

But the Duchess did not care much for the Rattlers attached to her husband's Government.