Genius, my dear madam, you know--genius must have its way." "Well, UPON my word," says Jemmy, "if that's genius, I had rather that Master Tuggeridge Coxe Tuggeridge remained a dull fellow." "Impossible, my dear madam," said Coddler.

"Mr.Tuggeridge Coxe COULDN'T be stupid if he TRIED." Just then up comes Lord Claude Lollypop, third son of the Marquis of Allycompane.

We were introduced instantly: "Lord Claude Lollypop, Mr.
and Mrs.Coxe." The little lord wagged his head, my wife bowed very low, and so did Mr.Coddler; who, as he saw my lord making for the playground, begged him to show us the way.--"Come along," says my lord; and as he walked before us, whistling, we had leisure to remark the beautiful holes in his jacket, and elsewhere.
About twenty young noblemen (and gentlemen) were gathered round a pastry-cook's shop at the end of the green.

"That's the grub-shop," said my lord, "where we young gentlemen wot has money buys our wittles, and them young gentlemen wot has none, goes tick." Then we passed a poor red-haired usher sitting on a bench alone.

"That's Mr.Hicks, the Husher, ma'am," says my lord.