_Nutts._ The money, Mrs Nutts, the money; it must distract his attention. No man’s heart can be big enough to hold four millions o’ money and a wife at the same time. _Mrs Nutts._ Just like you, Nutts. But I know what you’d have done if you’d have been a dook. Yes; _you’d_ have had room enough in your heart for all the money; and as for the poor ’oman, she might have taken her chance and have stayed outside. _All._ Ha! ha! ha! _Mrs Nutts._ I see nothing to laugh at. And it’s enough to make a woman’s flesh creep to hear you men. _Tickle._ No offence, Mrs Nutts; but the fact is, women have no bus’ness with sich a lot o’ money. ’Tisn’t giving us men a fair chance. Woman, as I’ve always said, is fascinatin’ enough without a penny--always has the odds of us, if she hasn’t a farden; but when jined to everything else, she comes among us with millions o’ money--why, it isn’t fair love-making; no, it’s nothing short of manslaughter. _Slowgoe._ How _did_ Louis Philippe overlook her? Why, the Infanta hasn’t got above a fourth of the sum--only a million. _Mrs Nutts._ Poor little thing! And nicely that brute her father-in-law will snub her for it now, I daresay. A wife, and only fourteen too! Well, if she’d been my daughter--but I’ll say nothing. Only as a married woman I _will_ say this, she’s begun her troubles early enough. _Nutts._ Well, who knows?--she may the sooner get through ’em. _Mrs Nutts._ Nutts--but I won’t tell you _what_ you are, now. _Slowgoe._ Lord Normandy, I see, as ’Bassador for England, didn’t pay his public compliments to the happy pair; and the Funds, I see, went down because. _Nosebag._ Why, no; but his Lordship went afterwards in private and took tea and muffins with ’em, and upon that the Funds riz like a rocket. _Peabody._ The _Times_ says that Louis Philippe has retained Lord Brougham to plead his cause in the House of Lords. M. Guizot, they say, has loaded him with all the papers--rammed him down like a piece of brass ordnance with all sorts of wadding--and, there’s no doubt of it, he’ll go off with a considerable bang. _Tickle._ No doubt on it; and just as sailors do when they board--get the better of their lordships in the smoke. Wonder what fee Lewis Philip’s to give Brougham for the job? for, being a lawyer, he can’t work for nothing. _Peabody._ Why, they do say it’s to be made up to his Lordship somehow in his arms. He’s to be allowed to quarter every boar he kills at Cannes, and put him upon his coach panels; and further, he and his heirs for ever and ever are to be permitted to land anywhere in France, and not to have their pockets rummaged inside out by customhouse officers. It’s further said that Lord Brougham intends to plead the King of the French’s cause in French, that his Lordship may seem to be as little of an Englishman in the matter as possible.