"And heavens! Mamma," shrieked the three Gorgons in a breath, "see,
one creature is on the whist-table. Oh, the wretch!

"I'm sure he's very good-looking," said Lucy, simply.

Lady Gorgon darted at her an angry look, and was about to say
something very contemptuous, when, at that instant, John Perkins's
shout taking effect, Master George Augustus Frederick Grimsby
Gorgon, not knowing better, incontinently raised a small shout on
his side.

"Hear! good! bravo!" exclaimed he; "Scully for ever! Hurra-a-a-ay!"
and fell skipping about like the Whigs opposite.

"Silence, you brute you!" groaned Lady Gorgon; and seizing him by
the shirt-frill and coat-collar, carried him away to his nurse, who,
with many other maids of the Whig and Tory parties, stood giggling
and peeping at the landing-place.

Fancy how all these small incidents augmented the heap of Lady
Gorgon's anger and injuries! She was a dull phlegmatic woman for
the most part, and contented herself generally with merely despising
her neighbours; but oh! what a fine active hatred raged in her bosom
for victorious Scully! At this moment Mr. Perkins had finished
shaking hands with his Napoleon--Napoleon seemed bent upon some
tremendous enterprise. He was looking at Lady Gorgon very hard.

"She's a fine woman," said Scully, thoughtfully; he was still
holding the hand of Perkins. And then, after a pause, "Gad! I think
I'll try."