Fanny Lambert

oom in the "Albany" dressed for going out. He wore a tea rose in his buttonhole, and Strutt, who fol

of an orderly and well-regulated mind; of books there were few in bindings sedate as their subject matter, and they had the air of prisoners rarely released from the narrow cases that contained them. On

g an open letter in his hand. It was a letter from the family lawyer

k of dust that had dared to settle on the

et, took his hat and stick from

for "B

ised "Brooks'"

at down to write some letters, and here follow

J. Hol

Street,

o buy camels. Please do not trouble any more in the matter. I wasted half an hour ove

. M. B

g

Mrs Ne

ry to Neurap

Starving Cat

ion to your funds, I write to tell you that it is my fixed

. M. B

Messrs

s Makers, Ox

ee me in the 'Albany' to-morrow at ten

. M. B

ss Pamela

oost, Rook

l has come into the room, he's the most terrible bore, mad on roses and can't talk of anything else, he's fidgetting about behind me trying to attract my attention, so I have to keep on writing and pretending not to see him. I'm sorry the buff Orpington cock is dead, was he the one who took the first prize? I'll get you another if you let me kno

"Cha

spondence in the club letter-box, entered the hansom which had been called for him, and pr

esk table, writing a letter with a quill pen. He tossed

s legs, and playing with a paper knife, "but the fact is, I have received a commun

y?" said Ch

aper knife as he spoke, "the fact is, Mr George Lambert is in very great financial straits,

made n

, even though he has to borrow money for the purpose, for he is a

," cried Charles; "I

aused, drew a tortoiseshell snuff-box from his pocket, and took a furious pinch of snuff. "Which is simply this, that each party pay their own costs, a

ght so long, and nearly beaten this pirate, this poacher![Pg 46] Sh

d me not through the mediumship of a letter, but of a young lady. Mr George Lambert's daughter called upon me in person, a most-er-charming young lady. She gave me to understand from her conversation-her most artless conversation-that her unfo

he call?" a

awyer splitting the quill and nearly

oner of this disgraceful p

e been so busy--

g

n I'll break him anyhow," foamed Charles who was now in the old-fashioned port-wine temper, which was a

a very deep respect-the suggestion came from her informally. I doubt indeed if Mr George Lambert would listen to any proposals

turned

this Lambe

e, at his town house 'The Laure

s had

o matter, I'll be my own solicitor, I'll go and see him, and tell him he[Pg 48] ought to be ashamed of tam

!" cried old James

ng out like an enraged turkey-

ubbing his shrivelled hands together in an agony of discomfiture, whilst Charles Bevan hailed a cab outside, determined to ha