Another little gem for book lovers is certainly Lady M.’s wonderfully realistic “Revelations of Revolt,” bound in crimson and black. No brunette should be without it. To go with this beautiful volume we should strongly recommend a simple Empire costume of crimson _panne_, with deep frills of accordion-pleated white chiffon, edged with black _ruching_, with sprays of crimson chrysanthemums falling to the feet. * * * * * [Illustration: _Algy_ (_suddenly taking the change out of his pocket and examining it)_. “I say, old man, what do you think? I gave our cabby a sovereign and a sixpence for bringing us here from the club!” _Freddie._ “My dear f’lla, you’re always overdoin’ it. A sovereign would have been ample!”] * * * * * MAKING CONVERSATION.--_He._ “I suppose you have been everywhere during the season?” _She._ “No season. Nothing to read. Nothing to see.” _He._ “Then there is nothing to talk about?” _She._ “No, nothing. Can’t you suggest a novelty?” _He_ (_brightening up_). “Yes--the weather.” [_Left talking._ * * * * * A FORLORN HOPE.--_The Dowager._ “Now, you’ve got all the girls off your hands so successfully, except poor Maria, you ought to give _her_ a chance.” _My Lord._ “Yes--a--give a ball--a--or a garden party--a----” _My Lady._ “Oh, poor Maria’s not worth a ball--nor even a garden party. We might give an _afternoon tea_!” * * * * * [Illustration: “I say, Nell, the Dad says that he remembers that old boy when he hadn’t a shirt to his back, and now he has thousands.” “Good gracious, how extravagant! And how hot!!”] * * * * * [Illustration: COUNTRY-HOUSE PETS [_See p. 171_] COUNTRY-HOUSE PETS (_The morning-room at Glen-Dimity Castle, after lunch. Mr. Belamy Tabby is singing “Hi tiddley hi ti, hi, ti, hi!”_).--_The Duchess._ “How clever and amusin’ your friend, Mr. Whatshisname is!--_Tabby_, isn’t it! So good-lookin’ and gentlemanlike too! Quite a godsend on a rainy day like this, when all the men are out shootin’ or fishin’, or something! Is he married?” _Noble Hostess._ “Oh yes; but what’s so nice about him, he doesn’t mind bein’ asked without his wife. Those sort of persons so often expect their wives to be asked too, and that’s such a bore, you know!” _Her Grace._ “Yes; how sensible of him! I must get him to come to us at Brasenose Towers!” * * * * * AN UNSELFISH MAN.--_Colonel Slyboots, M.P._ “So sorry to leave you all alone at Mudboro’, my love; but duty will compel me to be at my post at Westminster for the Autumn Session, you know. So dull in town without you, too.” _Mrs. S._ “Poor dear! Then I’ll accompany you, my angel!” _Colonel S._ “Oh, on no account. Wouldn’t hear of it!” * * * * *