Vivian did not let the peer escape him in the drawing-room. He soon
managed to enter into conversation with him; and certainly the Marquess
of Carabas never found a more entertaining companion. Vivian discoursed
on a new Venetian liqueur, and taught the Marquess how to mull Moselle,
an operation of which the Marquess had never heard (as who has?); and
then the flood of anecdotes, and little innocent personalities, and the
compliments so exquisitely introduced, that they scarcely appeared to be
compliments; and the voice so pleasant, and conciliating, and the
quotation from the Marquess's own speech; and the wonderful art of which
the Marquess was not aware, by which, during all this time, the lively,
chattering, amusing, elegant conversationist, so full of scandal,
politics, and cookery, did not so much appear to be Mr. Vivian Grey as
the Marquess of Carabas himself.

"Well, I must be gone," said the fascinated noble; "I really have not
felt in such spirits for some time; I almost fear I have been vulgar
enough to be amusing, eh! eh! eh! but you young men are sad fellows, eh!
eh! eh! Don't forget to call on me; good evening! and Mr. Vivian Grey!
Mr. Vivian Grey!" said his lordship, returning, "you will not forget the
receipt you promised me for making tomahawk punch."

"Certainly not, my Lord," said the young man; "only it must be invented
first," thought Vivian, as he took up his light to retire. "But never
mind, never mind;

Chapeau bas! chapeau bas!
Glorie au Marquis de Carabas!!"