about a house. Besides which, I have noticed that the Marchioness always selects the nicest morsels for that little poodle; and I'm also clearly of opinion, Miss Graves, that the fit it had the other day arose from repletion."
"Oh! I've no doubt of it in the world. She consumes three pounds of arrow-root weekly, and two pounds of the finest loaf sugar, which I have the trouble of grating every Monday morning.—Mrs. Million appears to be a most amiable woman, Miss Gusset?"
"Oh! quite perfection—so charitable, so intellectual, such a soul! it's a pity though her manner is so abrupt, she really does not appear to advantage sometimes—eh! Dr. Sly?"
The Toadey's Toadey bowed assent as usual. "Well," rejoined Miss Graves, "that's rather a fault of the dear Marchioness,—a little want of consideration for another's feelings, but she means nothing.'"
