The Cockaynes in Paris; Or, 'Gone abroad'

ablishment in my own manner-filling up with what I guessed, all I heard from Lucy, or saw for myself. Mr. C

k after the Reverend Horace Mohun's tea and his round of toast if he called-and let him see the Times before it went up to the general sitting-room.

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n all the most expensive ways possible. The jolly ignorant, who were loud and unabashed in the sincerity and heartiness of their enjoyment, and had more litres of brandy in their bedrooms than the rest of the house, as Jane had it, "put together." The frugal, who counted the lumps of sugar, found fault with the dinners, lived with the fixed and savage determination to eat well up to the rate at which they were paying for their board, and

ver the house that one of the ladies had certainly, on one occasion, revoked at cards-for one reason, and one only. Free speculations would be cheerfully indulged i

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Court must still be wearing out her trousseau-and her youngest was three! Mrs. Rhode had no more taste, my dear, than our cook. The men were not far behind-had looked out for Captain Tottenham in the Army List; went to Galignani's expressly: not in it, by Jove, sir! Court paid four shillings in the pound hardly two years ago, and met him swelling it with his wife (deuced pretty creature!) yesterday at Bignon's. Is quite up to M

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ewhat linked with my own life, and of whom I have something to tell-were, as a visitor said of the fowls of Boulogne hotels-birds apart. They crossed

refer to my note-book, where I am likely to meet any one of them, to see whe

Cockaynes as holding the g