Another Old Friend At about nine the Duke had returned, and was eating his very simple dinner in the breakfast-room,--a beefsteak and a potato, with a glass of sherry and Apollinaris water.

No man more easily satisfied as to what he eat and drank lived in London in those days.

As regarded the eating and drinking he dined alone, but his wife sat with him and waited on him, having sent the servant out of the room.

"I have told her Majesty that I would do the best I could," said the Duke.
"Then you are Prime Minister." "Not at all.

Mr.Daubeny is Prime Minister.