To prevent, however, a serious disappointment on the part of Lord L., an explanatory message was sent to him before she was permitted to enter the drawing-room. There was but one child's nurse, too; but what with grandmamma's help, and good Mrs. Smyth's assistance, and Edmund's, which he judicially afforded, by running under every body's feet who carried a baby, they contrived to manage till a second nurse could be procured. We speak of nurses under certain limitations; for Lady L. had been too well instructed by her mother, in every right sentiment, to meditate for a moment depriving her infants of the nutriment nature had ordained for them. The doctor, as soon as he thought he could venture to assert that there would be no more, either boys or girls, frisked into the drawing-room, rubbing his hands, and smiling with perfect satisfaction. "I give your lordship," he said, "joy, twice told! twice told! I believe I am justified in so doing on the present twofold occasion. Twofold, heigh? twofold it certainly is, literally so, and twofold should be our rejoicing; else are we ungrateful for the bounty of Providence, and the liberality of nature! Liberality of nature, heigh?" "But--," said his lordship, with a countenance of some anxiety. "We did not anticipate this, sir," continued the doctor, "this is a contingency that we did not anticipate." "Pray--," recommenced Lord L., making a fresh effort to be heard; but the doctor proceeded. "Two beautiful girls, upon my life--beautiful! I already see future conquests sparkling in their eyes!" "Are you sure, doctor," asked the major, "there won't be any more? A boy now, eh? Girls first: all right that--_Place aux dames_." "The next," proceeded the doctor, still addressing Lord L., "shall be a boy. At present two _belles_ have been sent us, and we should make them joy _belles_! eh? Come, that's rather good, a'n't it?" And with his usual pirouette, he flung himself on the sofa beside the major, threw one leg across the other, and with his head a little back, and on one side, looked up and smiled with entire self-complacency. Mrs. Montgomery now appeared at the door, to give Lord L. the long-wished-for summons; which he obeyed on tip-toe. "From Scotland, I presume, sir?" said the doctor to his neighbour on the sofa. "Ee noo, sir," replied the major; "bit hoo did ye ken I cam frae Scotland? No by my speech, I reckon." "Oh, sir, the name--the name," returned the doctor, a little disconcerted. "Morven is a weel kent name, dootless," rejoined the man of war; "and for my speech, I should tack ney sham that it savoured o' the land o' my nativity, provided sic was the case; bit it fell oot, that being much wee my regiment, on the sarvice o' his Majesty, I ha' been full saxteen year o' my life oot o' Scotland; se that noo, when I gang to Lunnon, ne body kens me till be a Scotchman: that is, by my speech. Bit ne' doot--"