"Only the Encyclopaedia prints," said Supine, looking over Mr. Russell's shoulder: "I thought you had got something new." "Only smoky chimneys," exclaimed Holloway, looking over Howard's shoulder: "what upon earth, Howard, can you find so entertaining in smoky chimneys? Are you turned chimney-doctor, or chimney-sweeper? This will be an excellent thing for Lord Rawson, won't it, Mr. Supine? We'll tell it to him on Thursday; it will be a good joke for us, for half the day. Pray, doctor Charles Howard," continued the wit, with mock solemnity, "do you go up the chimneys yourself?" Howard took this raillery with so much good-humour, that Holloway looked quite disappointed; and Mr. Supine, in a careless tone, cried, "I take it, reading such things as these will scarcely improve your style, sir--will they, think ye, Mr. Russell?" "I am not sure," replied Mr. Russell, "that Mr. Howard's _first_ object in reading is to improve his style; but," added he, turning to the title-page, and pointing to Franklin's name, "you, perhaps, did not know--" "Oh, Dr. Franklin's works," interrupted Supine: "I did not see the name before--to be sure I must bow down to _that_." Having thus easily satisfied Mr. Supine's critical scruples by the authority of a name, Mr. Russell rose to depart, as he perceived that there was no chance of getting rid of the idlers. "What are you going to do with yourself, Russell?" said Mr. Supine; "we'll walk with you, if you are for walking, this fine evening; only don't let's walk like penny postmen." "But he's in a hurry," said Oliver; "he's going to see a poor woman." "A _poor_ woman!" said Supine; "down this close lane too!" "Oh, let's see all that's to be seen," whispered Holloway; "ten to one we shall get some diversion out of it: Russell's a quiz worth studying, and Howard's his ditto." They came to the gardener's house. Holloway's high spirits suddenly subsided when he beheld the figure of the mulatto woman. "What's the matter?" said Oliver, observing that he started; "why did you start so?" "Tell Howard I want to speak one word with him, this instant, in the street; bid him come out to me," whispered Holloway; and he hastily retreated before the poor woman saw his face. "Howard," cried Holloway, "I sent for you to tell you a great secret." "I'm sorry for it," said Charles; "for I hate secrets." "But you can keep a secret, man, can't you?" "If it were necessary, I hope I could; but I'd rather not hear--" "Pooh, nonsense," interrupted Holloway, "you must hear it; I'll trust to your honour; and, besides, I have not a moment to stand shilly shally: I've got a promise from my father to let me go down, this Easter, with Lord Rawson, to Marryborough, in his dog-cart, _randem-tandem_, you know." "I did not know it, indeed," said Charles; "but what then?" "Why, then, you see, I must be upon my good behaviour; and you would not do such an ill-natured trick as to betray me?"