I shan't want anything more to-night, Kean, and you can go to bed." "Thank you, Colonel," says Kean, who enters, having prepared his master's bedchamber, and is retiring when the Colonel calls after him: "I say, Kean, is that blue coat of mine very old ?" "Uncommon white about the seams, Colonel," says the man.
"Is it older than other people's coats ?"--Kean is obliged gravely to confess that the Colonel's coat is very queer.
"Get me another coat, then--see that I don't do anything or wear anything unusual.

I have been so long out of Europe, that I don't know the customs here, and am not above learning." Kean retires, vowing that his master is an old trump; which opinion he had already expressed to Mr.Kuhn, Lady Hanne's man, over a long potation which those two gentlemen had taken together.

And, as all of us, in one way or another, are subject to this domestic criticism, from which not the most exalted can escape, I say, lucky is the man whose servants speak well of him..