"Oh, we always knew her name, Madam," said Hatty, "and that she was a presbyter's daughter." "Well, that is as much as you will know of her with my leave!" said Grandmamma. I do not know what more she might have said, if my Uncle Charles had not come in: but he brought news that the Prince's army had been victorious at Falkirk, and the Cause is looking up again. "They say the folks at Saint James's are very uneasy," said my Uncle Charles, "and the Elector's son is to be sent against the Prince with a larger army. I hear he set forth for Edinburgh last night." "What, Fred?" said Grandmamma. "Fred? No,--Will," [Note 1.] answered my Uncle Charles. "That is the lad who was wounded at Dettingen?" replied she. "The same," he made answer. "Oh, they are not without pluck, this family, foreigners though they be. The old blood is in them, though there's not much of it." "They are a pack of rascals!" said Grandmamma, with another pinch. I thought the box would soon be empty if she were much more provoked. "Nay, Madam, under your pleasure: the lad is great-grandson to the Queen of Bohemia, and she was without reproach. I would rather have Fred or Will than Oliver." Grandmamma sat extreme upright, and spoke in those measured tones, and with that nice politeness, which showed that she was excessively put out. "May I trouble you, Charles, if you please, never to name that--person-- in my hearing again!" "Certainly, Madam," said my Uncle Charles, with a naughty look at me which nearly upset my gravity. If I had dared to laugh, I do not know what would have happened to me. "The age is quite levelling enough, and the scoundrels quite numerous enough, without your joining them, Mr Charles Carlingford Desborough!" Saying which, Grandmamma arose, and as Hatty said afterwards, "swept from the room"--my Uncle Charles offering her his arm, and assuring her, with a most disconcerting look over his shoulder at us, that he would do his very best to mend his manners. "Your manners are good enough, Sir," said Grandmamma severely: "'tis your morals I wish to mend." When we thought Grandmamma out of hearing, we did laugh: and my Uncle Charles, coming down, joined us,--which I am afraid neither he nor we ought to have done. "My mother's infinitely put out," said he. "Her snuff-box is empty: and she never gave me my full name but twice before, that I remember. When I am Charles Desborough, she is not pleased; when I am Mr Charles Desborough, she is gravely annoyed; but when I become Mr Charles Carlingford Desborough, matters are desperate indeed. I shall have to go to the cost of a new snuff-box, I expect, before I get forgiven. Yet I have no doubt Oliver was a pretty decent fellow--putting his politics on one side." "I am afraid, Uncle Charles," said Hatty, "a snuff-box would hardly make your peace for that."