Her ladyship looks divine, or at all events regal, as she presides at what our American cousins would call the "business end" of the long table, whilst our host, a healthy, jolly-looking, "hard-bitten" man of fifty, faces her. His bright keen eye denotes the sportsman, and he can shoot as straight as ever, whilst no fence is too high, too wide, nor too deep for him. Sprinkled about, at either side of the table, amongst the red and black coats, or shooting jackets of varied hues--with a vacancy here and there, for "Algie" and "Bill," and the "Angel," who have not yet put in appearance--are smart, fresh-looking women, young, and "well-preserved," and matronly, some in tailor-made frocks, and some in the silks and velvets suited for those of riper age, and some in exquisitely-fitting habits. It is at the breakfast-table that the Englishwoman can defy all foreign competition; and you are inclined to frown, or even say things under your breath, when that mincing, wicked-looking little _Marquise_, all frills, and ribbons, and lace, and smiles, and Ess Bouquet, in the latest creation of the first man-milliner of Paris, trips into the room in slippers two sizes too small for her, and salutes the company at large in broken English. For the contrast is somewhat trying, and you wonder why on earth some women _will_ smother themselves with scents and _cosmetiques_, and raddle their cheeks and wear diamonds so early in the morning; and you lose all sense of the undoubted fascination of the Marquise in speculating as to what manner of "strong woman" her _femme de chambre_ must be who can compress a 22-inch waist into an 18-inch corset. There should, of course, be separate tea and coffee equipments for most of the guests--at all events for the sluggards. The massive silver urn certainly lends a tone to the breakfast-table, and looks "comfortable-like." But it would be criminally cruel to satisfy the thirst of the multitude out of the same tea-pot or coffee-pot; and the sluggard will not love his hostess if she pours forth "husband's tea," merely because he _is_ a sluggard. And remember that the hand which has held two by honours, or a "straight flush" the night before, is occasionally too shaky to pass tea-cups. No. Do not spare your servants, my lord, or my lady. Your guests must be "well done," or they will miss your "rocketing" pheasants, or fail to go fast enough at that brook with the rotten banks. "The English," said an eminent alien, "have only one sauce." This is a scandalous libel; but as it was said a long time ago it doesn't matter. It would be much truer to say that the English have only one breakfast-dish, and its name is _Eggs and Bacon_.