busy conning over the new opera, which was to come out the next evening.] And the Earl of Dreddlington--there he was, reading, doubtless, some letter from the king or one of the royal family--a man of great rank--resplendent in his decorations--all just according to what he had seen in pictures, and heard and read of--what must that red ribbon have cost? Ay, indeed, poor Lord Dreddlington, it had cost you the labor of half a life of steadfast sycophancy, of watchful manœuvring, and desperate exertion! And at last, the minister tossed it to you in a moment of disgust and despair--mortally perplexed by the conflicting claims of two sulky dukes and a querulous old marquis, each of whom threatened to withdraw his "_influence and support_," if his _rival's_ claims were preferred! He had never seen any of such a breadth.--It must have been manufactured on purpose for the earl! How white were his hands! And he had an antique massive signet-ring on his forefinger, and two glittering rings at least on each of his little fingers--positively Titmouse at length began to regard him almost as a god:--and yet the amazing thought occurred that this august being was allied to him by the ties of relationship! Such were the thoughts and reflections passing through the mind of Titmouse, during the time that Lord Dreddlington was engaged in reading his letter--and afterwards during the brief intervals which elapsed between the various observations addressed to him by his Lordship. The gentleman in black at length entered the room, and advancing slowly and noiselessly towards the earl, said in a gentlemanlike manner, "Dinner, my Lord;" and retired. Into what new scenes of splendid embarrassment was this the signal for Mr. Titmouse's introduction? thought our friend, and trembled. "Mr. Titmouse, will you give your arm to the Lady Cecilia?" said the earl, motioning him to the sofa. Up jumped Titmouse, and approached hastily the recumbent beauty; who languidly arose, arranged her train with one hand, and with the other, having drawn on her glove, just barely touched the proffered arm of Titmouse, extended towards her at a very acute angle, and at right angles with his own body--stammering, "Honor to take your Ladyship--uncommon proud--this way, my Lady." Lady Cecilia took no more notice of him than if he had been a dumb waiter; walking beside him in silence--the earl following. To think that a nobleman of high rank was walking _behind_ him!