Mrs. J. (laughing).--Why don't you marry her, Botter? Shall I speak to
her? I dare say she'd have you. You're not so VERY old.

Mr. B.--Don't aggravate me, Mrs. J. You know when I lost my heart in
the year 1817, at the opening of Waterloo Bridge, to a young lady who
wouldn't have me, and left me to die in despair, and married Joy, of the
Stock Exchange.

Mrs. J. Get away, you foolish old creature.

[MR. JOY looks on in ecstasies at Miss Joy's agility. LADY JANE
RANVILLE, of Baker Street, pronounces her to be an exceedingly forward
person. CAPTAIN DOBBS likes a girl who has plenty of go in her; and as
for FRED SPARKS, he is over head and ears in love with her.]


MR. RANVILLE RANVILLE AND JACK HUBBARD.


This is Miss Ranville Ranville's brother, Mr. Ranville Ranville, of the
Foreign Office, faithfully designed as he was playing at whist in the
card-room. Talleyrand used to play at whist at the "Travellers'," that
is why Ranville Ranville indulges in that diplomatic recreation. It is
not his fault if he be not the greatest man in the room.

If you speak to him, he smiles sternly, and answers in monosyllables he
would rather die than commit himself. He never has committed himself in
his life. He was the first at school, and distinguished at Oxford. He is
growing prematurely bald now, like Canning, and is quite proud of it. He