Allen flew into a rage with us all, and especially with Sydney, whose guffaws, as the Scotch say, were indeed tremendous.

When she and all the rest were gone, Rogers made Tom Moore and me sit down with him for half an hour, and we coshered over the events of the evening.

Rogers said that he thought Allen's firing up in defence of his patroness the best thing that he had seen in him.

No sooner had Tom and I got into the street than he broke forth: "That such an old stager as Rogers should talk such nonsense, and give Allen credit for attachment to anything but his dinner! Allen was bursting with envy to see us so free, while he was conscious of his own slavery." Her Ladyship has been the better for this discipline.

She has overwhelmed me ever since with attentions and invitations.