graceful carriage, his countenance touched with a sensibility
that at once engages the affections. Charles Egremont was not
only admired by that sex, whose approval generally secures men
enemies among their fellows, but was at the same time the
favourite of his own.

"Ah, Egremont! come and sit here," exclaimed more than one
banqueter.

"I saw you waltzing with the little Bertie, old fellow," said
Lord Fitzheron, "and therefore did not stay to speak to you,
as I thought we should meet here. I am to call for you,
mind."

"How shall we all feel this time to-morrow?" said Egremont,
smiling.

"The happiest fellow at this moment must be Cockie Graves,"
said Lord Milford. "He can have no suspense I have been
looking over his book, and I defy him, whatever happens, not
to lose."

"Poor Cockie." said Mr Berners; "he has asked me to dine with
him at the Clarendon on Saturday."

"Cockie is a very good Cockie," said Lord Milford, "and
Caravan is a very good horse; and if any gentleman sportsman
present wishes to give seven to two, I will take him to any
amount."