do you think of THAT? We had sprats and herrings, a bullock's
heart, a baked shoulder of mutton and potatoes, pig's-fry and Irish
stew. _I_ ordered the dinner, sir, and got more credit for
inventing it than they ever gave to Ude or Soyer. The Marquess was
in ecstasies, the Earl devoured half a bushel of sprats, and if the
Viscount is not laid up with a surfeit of bullock's heart, my name's
not Howard Walker. Billy, as I call him, was in the chair, and gave
my health; and what do you think the rascal proposed?"

"What DID his Lordship propose?"

"That every man present should subscribe twopence, and pay for my
share of the dinner. By Jove! it is true, and the money was handed
to me in a pewter-pot, of which they also begged to make me a
present. We afterwards went to Tom Spring's, from Tom's to the
'Finish,' from the 'Finish' to the watch-house--that is, THEY did--
and sent for me, just as I was getting into bed, to bail them all
out."

"They're happy dogs, those young noblemen," said Mr Eglantine;
"nothing but pleasure from morning till night; no affectation
neither--no HOTURE; but manly downright straightforward good
fellows."

"Should you like to meet them, Tiny my boy?" said the Captain.

"If I did sir, I hope I should show myself to be gentleman,"
answered Mr. Eglantine.

"Well, you SHALL meet them, and Lady Billingsgate shall order her