First Voice. “Oh, _diamonds_ to be sure” (with an emphasis on diamonds). “You don’t s’pose such a little swell as that would wear paste. See! there’s a pearl and diamond ring. Just fits me, I do declare,” added she, trying it on. Second Voice. “What beautiful carbuncle pins!” First Voice. “Oh. what studs!” Second Voice. “Oh. what chains!” First Voice. “Oh, what pins!” Second Voice. “Oh, what a love of a ring!” And so the ladies continued, turning the articles hastily over. “Oh, how happy he _must_ be,” sighed a languishing voice, as the inspection proceeded. “See! here’s his little silver shaving box,” observed the first speaker, opening it. “Wonder what _he_ wants with a shaving box,—got no more beard than I have,” replied the other, taking up Billy’s badger-hair shaving-brush, and applying it to her own pretty chin. “Oh! smell what delicious perfume!” now exclaimed the discoverer of the shaving-box. “Essence of Rondeletia, I do believe! No, extrait de millefleurs,” added she, scenting her ‘kerchief with some. Then there was a hurried, frightened “_hush!_” followed by a “Take care that ugly man of his doesn’t come.” “Did you ever _see_ such a monster!” ejaculated the other earnestly. “Kept his horrid eyes fixed upon me the whole dinner,” observed the first speaker. “Frights they are,” rejoined the other. “He must keep him for a foil,” suggested the first. “Let’s go, or we’ll be caught!” replied the alarmist; and forthwith the rustling of silks was resumed, the candles hurried past, and the ladies tripped softly out of the room, leaving the door ajar, with Jack under the bed to digest their compliments at his leisure. * * * * But Monsieur was too many for them. Miss had dropped her glove at the foot of the bed, which Jack found on emerging from his hiding place, and waiting until he had the whole party reassembled at tea, he walked majestically into the middle of the drawing-room with it extended on a plated tray, his “horrid eyes” combining all the venom of a Frenchman with the _hauteur_ of an Englishman, and inquired, in a loud and audible voice, “Please, has any lady or shentleman lost its glo-o-ve?” “Yes, I have!” replied Miss, hastily, who had been wondering where she had dropped it. “Indeed, marm,” replied Monsieur, bowing and presenting it to her on the tray, adding, in a still louder voice, “I found it in Monsieur Pringle’s bed-room.” And Jack’s flashing eye saw by the brightly colouring girls which were the offenders.