It is discreet not to enquire where Lord Mealhead is, especially of Lady Mealhead, who has severed more completely her connection with the past.

His lordship is, perchance, of a sentimental humor, and loves to wander in those pasteboard groves where first he met his Tiny--and very natural, too.
There was music and the refreshments.

It was, in fact, a reception.
Gaul's most lively sons bowed before Albion's fairest daughters, and displayed that fund of verve and esprit which they rightly pride themselves upon possessing, and which, of course, leave mere Englishmen so far behind in the paths of love and chivalry.
When not thus actively engaged they whispered together in corners and nudged each other, exchanging muttered comments, in which the word charmante came conveniently to the fore.

Thus, the lightsome son of republican Gaul in society.
It is, however, high time to explain the reason of our own presence--of our own reception by France's courteous representative.

We are here to meet Mrs.Sydney Bamborough, and, moreover, to confine our attention to the persons more or less implicated in the present history.
Mrs.Sydney Bamborough was undoubtedly the belle of the evening.