Lord Raspberry’s prize turkey, which a short time ago had a painful operation performed on its neck, was able to appear at dinner last night and received a cordial welcome from those present. The absurd tale that Lady Hopton Wood’s pretty little Manx cat was suffering from diseased liver has no foundation in fact. The liver was perfectly good, and similar to that usually supplied. * * * * * [Illustration: A DISTINCTION AND A DIFFERENCE [_See p. 97_] A DISTINCTION AND A DIFFERENCE.--_Gorgius Midas Junior (a crack dancer in his own set) gets a card for a dance at Stilton House, and waltzes with Mrs. Ponsonby de Tomkyns, the only lady he knows there, and who has often been his partner under the paternal roof. Proudly conscious of creating a sensation, he is dancing his very best, when_-- _Mrs. Ponsonby de Tomkyns_ (_suddenly_). “We’d better stop, Mr. Midas! This form does very well at Midas Towers, _but it doesn’t do here_!” [_G. M’s “form,” which is not restricted to himself, consists in holding his partner like a banjo, and hopping slowly around her beneath a chandelier._ * * * * * [Illustration: “THE LAST FEATHER” (_Time--4 a.m._)--_Little Twister_ (_to his Host, lighting his tenth cigar, and having exhausted_ “_The Spanish Crisis_,” “_Dissolution of Parliament_,” “_Voyage of Challenger_,” _&c._) “By th’by, Bloker, it strikes me there are several points in this Tichborne case that----”!! [_All we know further is, that about this hour a short gentleman was seen to leave a house in Gravelotte Crescent hastily, without his hat, which was thrown after him!_] * * * * * [Illustration: NOT A PLEASANT WAY OF PUTTING IT _Hostess._ “I’m afraid we are going to be a very small party to-night. The fog seems to have kept away _all our best people_!”] * * * * * [Illustration: EXCLUSIVENESS _Host._ “Nice party, ain’t it, Major Le Spunger? ’Igh and low, rich and poor,--_most_ people are welcome to _this_ ’ouse! This is ‘Liberty ’All,’ _this_ is! No false pride or ’umbug about _me_! I’m a self-made man, _I_ am!” _The Major._ “Very nice party, indeed, Mr. Shoddy! How proud your father and mother must feel! Are _they_ here?” _Host._ “Well, no! ’Ang it all, you know, one _must_ draw the line _somewhere_!”] * * * * * A DANCE DIALOGUE “A smartish affair this,” I said to the little man with the pale-blue eyes, who leant disconsolately against the wall. He laughed nervously. I felt drawn to him, somehow. He appeared to know no one, and I knew very few intimately, and hadn’t succeeded yet in discovering the host and hostess.