Eglantine observed very gravely, "Capting! Miss Crump's hair is to
be seen and not to be touched, if you please."

"No more it is, Mr. Eglantine!" said her mamma. "And now, as it's
come to my turn, I beg the gentleman will be so obliging as to go."

"MUST I?" cried Mr. Walker; and as it was half-past six, and he was
engaged to dinner at the "Regent Club," and as he did not wish to
make Eglantine jealous, who evidently was annoyed by his staying, he
took his hat just as Miss Crump's coiffure was completed, and
saluting her and her mamma, left the room.

"A tip-top swell, I can assure you," said Eglantine, nodding after
him: "a regular bang-up chap, and no MISTAKE. Intimate with the
Marquess of Billingsgate, and Lord Vauxhall, and that set."

"He's very genteel," said Mrs. Crump.

"Law! I'm sure I think nothing of him," said Morgiana.

And Captain Walker walked towards his club, meditating on the
beauties of Morgiana. "What hair," said he, "what eyes the girl
has! they're as big as billiard-balls; and five thousand pounds.
Eglantine's in luck! five thousand pounds--she can't have it, it's
impossible!"

No sooner was Mrs. Crump's front arranged, during the time of which
operation Morgiana sat in perfect contentment looking at the last
French fashions in the Courrier des Dames, and thinking how her pink
satin slip would dye, and make just such a mantilla as that