I shall have five pounds at your disposal for them." "The world has found me out!" thought Triplet, blinded by his vanity .-- "The subject, sir ?" "No matter," said Vane--"no matter." "Oh, of course it does not matter to me," said Triplet, with some _hauteur,_ and assuming poetic omnipotence.

"Only, when one knows the subject, one can sometimes make the verses apply better." "Write then, since you are so confident, upon Mrs.Woffington." "Ah! that is a subject! They shall be ready in an hour!" cried Trip, in whose imagination Parnassus was a raised counter.

He had in a teacup some lines on Venus and Mars which he could not but feel would fit Thalia and Croesus, or Genius and Envy, equally well.

"In one hour, sir," said Triplet, "the article shall be executed, and delivered at your house." Mrs.Woffington called Vane to her, with an engaging smile.

A month ago he would have hoped she would not have penetrated him and Sir Charles; but he knew her better now.