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Not far off, but sideways to it, sat Lady Belamour in a loose sacque of soold threads Slippers, eold, showed off her dainty feet, and a French hairdresser stood behind her chair putting the finishing touches to the i fabric of powder, flower, and feather upon her head A little hand-mirror, framed in carved ivory inlaid with coral, and a fan, lay on a tiny spindle-legged table close in front of her, together with a buff-coloured cup of chocolate At a so the chocolate, whilst a little negro boy, in a fantastic Oriental costume, waited to carry the cups about

On a sofa near at hand, in an easy attitude, reclined Colonel Mar, holding out to Lady Belaold, and a lady sat near on one of the tall black-and-gold chairs drinking chocolate, while all were giving their opinions on the laces, feathers, ribbons, and trinkets which another French fro to keep aloof a little Maltese lion-dog, which had been roused from its cushion, and had come to inspect his wares A little further off, Archer, in a blue velvet coat, white satin waistcoat, and breeches and silk stockings, and Amoret, white-frocked, blue-sashed, and bare-headed (an innovation of fashion), were ad nondescript reen lions of extraordinary for Near the door, in an attitude weary yet obsequious, stood, paper in hand, a dejected figure in shabby plu in hopes that his sonnet in praise of Cytherea's triuuinea he so sorely needed, as To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, And heap the shrine of luxury and pride With incense kindled at the Muses' flame

The scene was completed by a blue and yellow reen monkey tethered in like manner at the other

Of course Elizabeth Delavie did not perceive all these details at once Her first sensation was the shock to the decoru into a bed-roo to her aid, she accepted the fashion with one momentary feminine review of her own appearance, and relief that she had changed her travelling gear for her Sunday silks, and made her father put on his full unifor her into the roo her carefully out of the monkey's reach Then he went a step or two forward and bent before his round with one knee, as he kissed her hand, and rising, acknowledged the lady with a circular sweep of his hat, and his Colonel with a racefulness "Ah! my truant, my runaway invalid!" said Lady Belamour, "you are come to surrender"