Lord Boanerges was there, an old man who would have his own way in everything, and who was regarded by all men--apparently even by the duke himself--as an intellectual king, by no means of the constitutional kind--as an intellectual emperor, rather, who took upon himself to rule all questions of mind without the assistance of any ministers whatever.

And Baron Brawl was of the party, one of Her Majesty's puisne Judges, as jovial a guest as ever entered a country house; but given to be rather sharp withal in his jovialities.

And there was Mr.Green Walker, a young but rising man, the same who lectured not long since on a popular subject to his constituents at the Crewe Junction.

Mr.Green Walker was a nephew of the Marchioness of Hartletop, and the Marchioness of Hartletop was a friend of the Duke of Omnium's.

Mr.Mark Robarts was certainly elated when he ascertained who composed the company of which he had been so earnestly pressed to make a portion.