The Cockaynes in Paris; Or, 'Gone abroad'

th anything so low as "the people of the house," and had Mrs. Rowe, on the other, suffered her niece to "forget her place." But they did approach each other, by an irresistible af

iring Theodosia managed to become seriously enamoured of the Vicomte de Gars, who visite

enetrating power in scandal, to ascertain. But the young nobleman was Mr. Mohun's friend-and that was enough. There had been reverses in the family. Losses fall upon the noblest lines; and supposing the Count de Gars in the wine trade-to speak broadly, in the

te to her husband that she met the very best society at Mrs. Rowe's, extolled the elegant manners and enclosed the photograph of the Vicomte de Gars, and said she really b

n spider-legs; a little filling out would make the Vicomte very like the caricature. He was profound-in his salutations, learned-in lace, witty-thanks to the Figaro. His at

odosia had consented to be bet

on such intimate terms with the people of the house. What on earth can you be thinking about? I should have thought you would show more pr

, at the same time, best informed girls I ever knew; a

der you haven't more pride. A chit like that, who

ather

What is she? I wonder you don't p

ld not d

r foot, and bore down upon Carrie with a torrent of

h a manner. She understands what's becoming.

ma, this

This Miss Howe is always reading. I saw her just now wit

Kingsl

Yes, reading, and with a

: and Mrs. Howe is so

ary; there, go and dress for the t

s. Rowe was on Lucy's side; for it had pleased Mrs. Cockayne to show her social superiority by extravagant coldness and formality whenever she had occasion to address "the landlady." One thing Mrs. Cockayne admitted she could not

ne's airs of superiority, when Mr. Cockayne arrived in the

directly they were alone-"raving mad to bring that vulg

over, and John Catt with me. I, at le

l explain yourse

that purpose. Who the devil is th

oked through her husband-or meant to look through him-bu

brandy flask; while he proceeded to inform his wife that Mr. John Catt, who had been engaged, with their full consent, to their d

ything," Mrs. Cockay

of a young man of undoubted integrity and of excellent prospects, for the sake of one of these foreign adventurers who swarm wherever foolish Englishwom

omte de Gars was an adventurer, and that his coronet was pasteboard, and his shirt studs stolen. Mr. John Catt distinguished himself on his arri

e. As neither Mr. nor Mrs. Cockayne could speak a French word, and Mr. John Catt was not in a position to help them, and was, moreover, inclined to the most unfavourable conclusions on the French nobleman, the presentations were on the English s

es upon "having no nonsense about them." He was downright in all things, even in love-making. He took, therefore, a very early opportunity o

ot in the least to be wondered at

was very cruel, and that he might go; Mrs. Cockayne resolutely refused to give up the delights and advantages of the society of the Vicomte de Gars; the foolish girl was-well, just as foolish as her mamma; and finally, in a storm that sho

the threads of a