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man as this. There is no fine feeling, no honorable pride, no point d'appui, in short, to appeal to as a foundation. His present marriage must end ill. I foresee it plainly; and then, how on earth am I to break the delicate subject to-morrow morning with Lord Furstenroy?"

His lordship had just finished this soliloquy, and a long-drawn gape with which he concluded it, when the garçons entered, bringing in a late dinner or supper. They were evidently surprised at his exterior, as if they had expected a differently-looking man; for they had been taught to await the arrival of Lord Clanelly, whom they imagined him to be, as the youthful bridegroom of the beautiful Lady Emily, who was in the adjoining apartments. No one, however, presented more the appearance of a genuine English gentleman than did the Marquis of Carmansdale. Tall and somewhat thin, with a remarkably fine head of hair for a man of sixty-five, although the greater part of it was grey, he was rather what is called a dandy of the old school, and still adhered, in all such minor points as he dared, to the dress of our grandfathers and great-grandfathers. Hence his immense affection for suuff-boxes and canes, and his rage for all specimens of rococo and ancient china. and bijouterie.

His old servant Anton was a German, who had

remained with him for the last forty years, ever since he had been attaché at Berlin in his youth; and he was perhaps the only person living who could reveal many secrets of Lord Carmansdale's family life; for, though living now as a bachelor, his lordship was in fact a married man, albeit he and his wife, who lived principally on the continent, had not met for a period of many years. From habit and long indulgence, the old domestic had grown to be almost the master on many points.

One of the stories the marquis told of him was, that on an occasion when he sent him out to buy a case of eau de Cologne, he returned home with a single bottle; remarking, as he gave it into the hand of his master, "I thought it better to be careful; what do you want to throw away your money for in buying a whole box at a time? you know the steward said in his last letter that you ought to retrench; so use this first, and when it is done, I will promise to get you some more."

Another story, which the marquis did not tell, but which was believed to be equally true, was that one day, having the intention of shooting at his country residence, he desired Anton to lay ready for him his corduroy breeches and his thick shoes: "Oh! nein, nein; das kann ich nicht;" was the answer of Anton; "ich meine sie heute selbst anzuziehen; I'm going to wear them to-day myself."


Be the truth of this last anecdote as it may, it is certain that a degree of intimité prevailed between the nobleman and his servant which often led them into conversation, as it would appear to a stranger, almost on equal terms. Yet his lordship was a proud man, and to people whom he met in the world he preserved a cold and distant demeanour. would have been ashamed at finding himself speaking to half those among whom he was thrown in society with the same familiarity and equality which he often assumed towards his favourite domestic; but if he was proud, he was also vain; and so necessary is the fuel of flattery to vanity, that some degree of pleasure is derivable even from the assent of those to whose opinions we can attach no value, and some sort of gratification results from the approval and admiration of the ignorant.

"Anton," said he, having finished his repast, "bring the cassette with the snuff-boxes."

He unlocked the case, and produced, first, one of oriental agate; next, one of antiquely embossed gold, set with brilliants; then, one of rock crystal; another of mother-of-pearl and gold; and lastly, one with a miniature on the top.

"Do you think this is a real Petitot, Anton?" said he, smoothing the enamel painting of the last box with his handkerchief.

Anton knew no more about Bones or Petitots

either than the man in the moon; but knowing that it pleased his master to assent, and being accustomed to go through the same catechism nearly every night, he answered that his lordship was himself so good a judge, that if he imagined it to be a Petitot, itmost probably was one.

His lordship then asserted that the embossed work on the gold box resembled the designs of Benvenuto Cellini.

"Das glaube ich auch," said his faithful servant, who was always of the same opinion.

"Do you think this is a good emerald, Anton?" asked his master.

Anton answered that it was superb.

"And which do you like best of my canes," continued his master; "this melted tortoise-shell I have brought with me, or the filigree-headed one I left at Genoa?"

Anton answered dexterously that they were both beautiful, but that he preferred the one which his master had with him now.

"Well done, Anton, you are a good judge; you have not lived with me for nothing, and you may go to bed to-morrow we must go to my friend M. Verdier, in the Rue Richelieu, and see all his old things that are new, and all his new things that are old; good night, Anton;" and so saying, his lordship

went to bed himself in the best possible humour at his joke and with his snuff-boxes.

"My good gracious!" said the chambermaid Sally that night to the kitchen-woman Betty (for the Bedford is an English hotel); "is that the young lord that is so handsome, to whom my Lady Emily is going to be married? Why, he's old enough to be her grandfather; and he's ordered stone bottles of hot water to be put into the bed to warm his feet, because he says the blood don't circulate."

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