CHAPTER XXXII.
You blame Marcius for being proud .-- Coriolanus.

Here is another fellow, a marvellous pretty hand at fashioning a compliment.-The Tanner of Tyburn.
There was a brilliant ball at Lady T----'s, a personage who, every one knows, did in the year 17-- give the best balls, and have the best-dressed people at them, in London.

It was about half-past twelve, when Clarence, released from his three friends, arrived at the countess's.

When he entered, the first thing which struck him was Lord Borodaile in close conversation with Lady Flora.
Clarence paused for a few moments, and then, sauntering towards them, caught Flora's eye,--coloured, and advanced.

Now, if there was a haughty man in Europe, it was Lord Borodaile.