I tell him, whenever I want a lecture on all subjects, I shall come to him.

I call him the Walking Cyclopaedia, and only fancy such a personage dancing a quadrille.

What lady can have the courage to turn over the leaves of the Cyclopaedia in a quadrille?
let me see.

Oh, Lady Lucy Melville, our noble hostess's daughter.

She pretends to be a bit of a blue, therefore they are not so ill-matched as I imagined; however, she is not very bad--not a deep blue, only just tinged with celestial azure.