"He pretends he can only say wee and commong porty voo.

Shallow humbug!--I have marked him during our conversations .-- When we have spoken of the glory of France among the nations, I have seen his eye kindle, and his perfidious lip curl with rage.

When they have discussed before him, the Imprudents! the affairs of Europe, and Raggybritchovich has shown us the next Circassian Campaign, or Sapousne has laid hare the plan of the Calabrian patriots for the next insurrection, I have marked this stranger--this Lor Yardham.

He smokes, 'tis to conceal his countenance; he drinks gin, 'tis to hide his face in the goblet.

And be sure, he carries every word of our conversation to the perfidious Palmerston, his uncle." "I will beard him in his den," thought Jools.