his person; though her love never shews itself but in the shape
of discontent; and she persists in tormenting him out of pure
tenderness -- The only object within doors upon which she bestows
any marks of affection, in the usual stile, is her dog Chowder; a
filthy cur from Newfoundland, which she had in a present from the
wife of a skipper in Swansey. One would imagine she had
distinguished this beast with her favour on account of his
ugliness and ill-nature, if it was not, indeed, an instinctive
sympathy, between his disposition and her own. Certain it is, she
caresses him without ceasing; and even harasses the family in the
service of this cursed animal, which, indeed, has proved the
proximate cause of her breach with Sir Ulic Mackilligut.

You must know, she yesterday wanted to steal a march of poor
Liddy, and went to breakfast in the Room without any other
companion than her dog, in expectation of meeting with the
Baronet, who had agreed to dance with her in the evening -- Chowder
no sooner made his appearance in the Room, than the Master of the
Ceremonies, incensed at his presumption, ran up to drive him
away, and threatened him with his foot; but the other seemed to
despise his authority, and displaying a formidable case of long,
white, sharp teeth, kept the puny monarch at bay -- While he stood
under some trepidation, fronting his antagonist, and bawling to
the waiter, Sir Ulic Mackilligut came to his assistance; and
seeming ignorant of the connexion between this intruder and his
mistress, gave the former such a kick in the jaws, as sent him
howling to the door -- Mrs Tabitha, incensed at this outrage, ran
after him, squalling in a tone equally disagreeable; while the
Baronet followed her on one side, making apologies for his
mistake; and Derrick on the other, making remonstrances upon the