By heavens! Lady Anne, I told you it would be so.

Why didn't you ask the Miss Vidlers to your ball ?" "They were on the list," cries Lady Anne, "three of them; I did everything I could; I consulted Mr.Vidler for poor Alfred, and he actually stopped and saw the dear child take the physic.

Why were they not asked to the ball ?" cries her ladyship bewildered; "I declare to gracious goodness I don't know." "Barnes scratched their names," cries Ethel, "out of the list, mamma.
You know you did, Barnes; you said you had gallipots enough." "I don't think it is like Vidler's writing," said Mr.Barnes, perhaps willing to turn the conversation.

"I think it must be that villain Duff the baker, who made the song about us at the last election;--but hear the rest of the paragraph," and he continued to read:-- "'The Screwcomites are at this moment favoured with a visit from a gentleman of the Screwcome family, who, having passed all his life abroad, is somewhat different from his relatives, whom we all so love and honour! This distinguished gentleman, this gallant soldier, has come among us, not merely to see our manufactures--in which Screwcome can vie with any city in the North--but an old servant and relation of his family, whom he is not above recognising; who nursed him in his early days; who has been living in her native place for many years, supported by the generous bounty of Colonel N------.

The gallant officer, accompanied by his son, a fine youth, has taken repeated drives round our beautiful environs in one of friend Taplow's (of the King's Arms) open drags, and accompanied by Mrs .------, now an aged lady, who speaks, with tears in her eyes, of the goodness and gratitude of her gallant soldier! "'One day last week they drove to Screwcome House.