The only way to settle the matter, it seems to me, is to go directly to Adam, who is a member of this club, and ask him how it was." "That's a great idea," said Thackeray, scornfully.

"You'd look well going up to a man and saying, 'Excuse me, sir, but--ah--were you ever a monkey ?'" "To say nothing of catechising a man on the subject of an old and dreadful scandal," put in Munchausen.

"I'm surprised at you, Livingstone.

African etiquette seems to have ruined your sense of propriety." "I'd just as lief ask him," said Doctor Johnson.

"Etiquette?
Bah! What business has etiquette to stand in the way of human knowledge?
Conventionality is the last thing men of brains should strive after, and I, for one, am not going to be bound by it." Here Doctor Johnson touched the electric bell, and in an instant the shade of a buttons appeared.
"Boy, is Adam in the club-house to-day ?" asked the sage.
"I'll go and see, sir," said the boy, and he immediately departed.
"Good boy that," said Thackeray.
"Yes; but the service in this club is dreadful, considering what we might have," said Darwin.