“I only thought, as she is a pal of the Countess, that you would most likely be intimate with her. ‘Mrs. Leith Fairfax.’ There is a Mrs. Leith Fairfax who writes novels, and very rotten novels they are, too. Who are the gentlemen? ‘Mr. Marmaduke Lind’—brother to Miss Marian, I suppose. ‘Mr. Edward Conolly’—save the mark! they must have been rather hard up for gentlemen when they put _you_ down as one. The Conolly family is looking up at last. Hm! nearly a dozen altogether. ‘Tickets will be distributed to the families of working men by the Rev. George Lind’—pity they didnt engage Jenny Lind on purpose to sing with you. ‘A limited number of front seats at one shilling. Please turn over. Part I. Symphony in F: Haydn. Arranged for four English concertinas by Julius Baker. Mr. Julius Baker; Master Julius Abt Baker; Miss Lisette Baker (aged 8); and Miss Totty Baker (aged 6-1/2)’. Good Lord! ‘Song: Rose softly blooming: Spohr. Miss Marian Lind.’ I wonder whether she can sing! ‘Polonaise in A flat major: Chopin’—what rot! As if working people cared about Chopin! Miss Elinor McQuinch is a fool, I see. ‘Song: The Valley: Gounod.’ Of course: I knew you would try that. Oho! Here’s something sensible at last. ‘Nigger melody. Uncle Ned. Mr. Marmaduke Lind, accompanied by himself on the banjo.’ Dum, drum. Dum, drum. Dum, drum. Dum— ‘And there was an ole nigga; and his name was Uncle Ned; An’ him dead long ago, long ago. An’ he had no hair on the top of his head In the place where the wool ought to grow,’ Mr. Marmaduke Lind will get a double _encore_; and no one will take the least notice of you or the others. ‘Recitation. The Faithful Soul. Adelaide Proctor. Mrs. Leith Fairfax.’ Well, this certainly is a blessed attempt to amuse Wandsworth. _Another_ reading by the Rev.——” Here Conolly, who had been putting on his overcoat, picked the program deftly from his sister’s fingers, and left the room. She, after damning him very heartily, returned to the glass, and continued dressing, taking her tea at intervals until she was ready to go out, when she sent for a cab, and bade the driver convey her to the Bijou Theatre, Soho.