footman.

Flynders is Beaumoris's toady: lends him money: buys horses through his
recommendation; dresses after him; clings to him in Pall Mall, and on
the steps of the club; and talks about 'Bo' in all societies. It is his
drag which carries down Bo's friends to the Derby, and his cheques pay
for dinners to the pink bonnets. I don't believe the Perkinses know
what a rogue it is, but fancy him a decent, reputable City man, like his
father before him.

As for Captain Grig, what is there to tell about him? He performs the
duties of his calling with perfect gravity. He is faultless on parade;
excellent across country; amiable when drunk, rather slow when sober. He
has not two ideas, and is a most good-natured, irreproachable, gallant,
and stupid young officer.


CAVALIER SEUL.


This is my friend Bob Hely, performing the Cavalier seul in a quadrille.
Remark the good-humored pleasure depicted in his countenance. Has he any
secret grief? Has he a pain anywhere? No, dear Miss Jones, he is dancing
like a true Briton, and with all the charming gayety and abandon of our
race.

When Canaillard performs that Cavalier seul operation, does HE flinch?
No: he puts on his most vainqueur look, he sticks his thumbs into the
armholes of his waistcoat, and advances, retreats, pirouettes, and
otherwise gambadoes, as though to say, "Regarde moi, O monde! Venez, O