arrives a minute too late. He forbids her to walk, except upon his arm.
And the consequence of his ill treatment is, that Mrs. Cammysole and
Mrs. Bragg respect him beyond measure, and think him the first of human
beings.

"I never knew a woman who was constantly bullied by her husband who did
not like him the better for it," Miss Clapperclaw says. And though this
speech has some of Clapp's usual sardonic humor in it, I can't but think
there is some truth in the remark.


LEVANT HOUSE CHAMBERS.

MR. RUMBOLD, A.R.A., AND MISS RUMBOLD.


When Lord Levant quitted the country and this neighborhood, in which the
tradesmen still deplore him, No. 56, known as Levantine House, was let
to the "Pococurante Club," which was speedily bankrupt (for we are
too far from the centre of town to support a club of our own); it was
subsequently hired by the West Diddlesex Railroad; and is now divided
into sets of chambers, superintended by an acrimonious housekeeper, and
by a porter in a sham livery: whom, if you don't find him at the door,
you may as well seek at the "Grapes" public-house, in the little lane
round the corner. He varnishes the japan-boots of the dandy lodgers;
reads Mr. Pinkney's Morning Post before he lets him have it; and
neglects the letters of the inmates of the chambers generally.

The great rooms, which were occupied as the salons of the noble Levant,
the coffee-rooms of the "Pococurante" (a club where the play was