Business being concluded, as a natural thing, pleasure followed, and having had luncheon with Foster at "The Excelsior," a club much frequented by rising young men, Ronald took leave of the barrister, and went off to his hotel,--there to attire himself for an afternoon call. It might have been the fashion in the past for lovers to become exceedingly negligent in their dress, and pass their time in writing amatory odes to Chloe and Lydia, not daring to name openly the object of their affections, but now-a-days this is all changed. Strephon puts on his smartest suit, wears his brightest smile, and shows Chloe plainly that he adores her. Instead of wasting his time in writing poetry, he gets Chloe tickets for the theatre, takes her presents of flowers and music, and, on the whole, conducts himself in a matter-of-fact-fashion. So Master Ronald, adopting the modern manner of love-making, dressed himself carefully, placed a flower in his coat, and went off in a hansom cab, to call on Miss Cotoner. He also got a box at one of the theatres and not knowing his divinity's taste in theatricals, judged it by his own, and decided she would like to go to the Frivolity Theatre, at which the sacred lamp of burlesque was burning. Of course, he found Mr. Ryan there--that young gentleman having come to call on Mrs. Pellypop, and naturally met Miss Lester also--such a delightfully unexpected meeting--the young humbug. It is wonderful how people, who have travelled together, gravitate towards one another on shore, and when Ronald was shown upstairs, he found Mrs. Pellypop, Miss Lester, Carmela and the Marchese, all together having afternoon tea. Sir Mark and Miss Trevor were also present, and appeared to be enjoying themselves very much. Ronald's entrance was hailed with great delight by all except Vassalla, who scowled at the Australian in a way that showed his animosity had not in any way abated. Carmela came forward with a pretty flush on her cheek, and gave him a cup of tea, after which they all began to talk. "And what were you doing last night, Mr. Monteith?" asked Mrs. Pellypop, who presided over the tea-service. "Oh!" said Ronald, innocently, not understanding the violent gestures Pat was making to him. "Pat and I went to the Alhambra." Mrs. Pellypop put down her cup with a look of horror. "That dreadful place?" she said, looking severely at Pat; "why, Mr. Ryan, you said you were at Exeter Hall." Everyone laughed at this, and Pat muttered something about a mistake. "Oh! the Alhambra isn't a bad place," said Sir Mark, good naturedly; "the ballets are very good." "It's more than the young women are," retorted Mrs. Pellypop, viciously; "I would not like the Bishop to go there." "No," said Carmela, with a laugh; "it's hardly the place for a bishop." "I'm sorry you don't like theatres," began Ronald, to the matron, "but----" "I do like some theatres," answered Mrs. Pellypop; "and any play of Shakespeare's."