"Well!" said Frederick, in his loud, odd voice, as he took leave of me, at _The Cock_ at Sutton, "well, I really do hope you will soon come back. I don't, as you know, make speeches or pretend to be in love with you. I might have been perhaps; but, the fact is, you are a loose woman rather, and you know I hate anything immoral. However, you may believe me when I say, that I am sorry you are leaving London." "And what becomes of you?" I asked. "Do you mean to remain all your life in town?" "Oh! I have too a great deal to do, and my business, you know, is at the Horse Guards." "God bless you, Frederick Bentinck," said I, as my carriage was driving off. "_Portez vous bien_, although you certainly are enough to make me die of laughter." "And do," said his lordship, with his half laughing, half cross, but very odd countenance, "pray do conduct yourself with some small degree of propriety at Brighton: and take care of your health. I have, by this day's post, written to my friend Doctor Bankhead about you. I think him clever; and I know he will do what he can to be of service to any favourite of mine." We had already hired a good house on the Marine Parade. Amy's admirer, Boultby, was one of our first visitors, and then Lords Hertford and Lowther, who were both on a visit at the pavilion. For three whole days Amy sickened us by the tenderness of her flirtation with Boultby, who sat lounging on her sofa as though he had been a first-rate man. At last Amy grew tired of him all at once. "Get up," said she, rudely pushing her _inamorato_ off the sofa. Boultby refused like a spoiled child, and insisted on another kiss. "Good heavens, get up then," said Amy, "and don't tumble my ruff. I came down to Brighton for the fresh air, and for three days I have inhaled none of it; and I am not sure that I shall like you. Here put your head on this pillow," added Amy, putting down his head, and rolling a thick table-napkin about it. "So let me fancy you my husband, and in your night-cap. There," said Amy, holding her head first on one side, then on the other, in order to take a full view of his little, black, ugly face, which examination was not favourable to her lover. [Illustration: Amy] "Get up this instant!" said she, with such fierceness as immediately set him on his legs. "I told you so," said I, "but you would not believe me." Boultby hoped his sweet Amy was joking; and he did well to make the most and best he could of the evening: for he was never admitted afterwards.