'He's a fox-hunter, you know,' observed Emily. 'Well, but I don't know that that should make him different to other people,' rejoined her sister. 'Captain Curzon, and Mr. Lancaster, and Mr. Preston, were all fox-hunters; but they didn't stare, and blurt, and kick their legs about, as this man does.' 'Oh, you are so fastidious!' rejoined her mamma; 'you must take men as you find them.' 'I wonder where he lives?' observed Emily, who was quite ready to take our friend as he was. 'I wonder where he _does_ live?' chimed in Mrs. Jawleyford, for the suddenness of the descent had given them no time for inquiry. 'Somebody said Manchester,' observed Miss Jawleyford drily. 'So much the better,' observed Mrs. Jawleyford, 'for then he is sure to have plenty of money.' 'Law, ma! but you don't s'pose pa would ever allow such a thing,' retorted Miss, recollecting her papa's frequent exhortations to them to look high. 'If he's a landowner,' observed Mrs. Jawleyford 'we'll soon find him out in _Burke_. Emily, my dear,' added she, 'just go into your pa's room, and bring me the _Commoners_--you'll find it on the large table between the _Peerage_ and the _Wellington Despatches_.' Emily tripped away to do as she was bid. The fair messenger presently returned, bearing both volumes, richly bound and lettered, with the Jawleyford crests studded down the backs, and an immense coat of arms on the side. A careful search among the S's produced nothing in the shape of Sponge. 'Not likely, I should think,' observed Miss Jawleyford, with a toss of her head, as her mamma announced the fact. 'Well, never mind,' replied Mrs. Jawleyford, seeing that only one of the girls could have him, and that one was quite ready; 'never mind, I dare say I shall be able to find out something from himself,' and so they dropped the subject. In due time in swaggered our hero, himself, kicking his legs about as men in tights or tops generally do. 'May I give you tea or coffee?' asked Emily, in the sweetest tone possible, as she raised her finely turned gloveless arm towards where the glittering appendages stood on the large silver tray. 'Neither, thank you,' said Sponge, throwing himself into an easy-chair beside Mrs. Jawleyford. He then crossed his legs, and cocking up a toe for admiration, began to yawn. 'You feel tired after your journey?' observed Mrs. Jawleyford. 'No, I'm not,' said Sponge, yawning again--a good yawn this time. Miss Jawleyford looked significantly at her sister--a long pause ensued. 'I knew a family of your name,' at length observed Mrs. Jawleyford, in the simple sort of way women begin pumping men. 'I knew a family of your name,' repeated she, seeing Sponge was half asleep--'the Sponges of Toadey Hall. Pray are they any relation of yours?' 'Oh--ah--yes,' blurted Sponge: 'I suppose they are. The fact is--the--haw--Sponges--haw--are a rather large family--haw. Meet them almost everywhere.'