"Everything, I believe," Fanny replied. "He appears to write all his letters and papers, in the shape of business; and so I believe he did in India; but I know that Wellesley does nothing except by his advice." "Pray does Lord Wellesley make his love too, as well as his reputation, by proxy?" "I do not know," answered Fanny, laughing, "although, I believe he passed a good deal of his time formerly with the lady they call Mrs. Moll Raffles," as Fanny designated her in her zeal to be civil. "I never saw anybody in such spirits as you to-day," Fanny remarked to me, when we got into the carriage. "I am afraid there is some mischief in the wind. What has become of Lord Ponsonby?" I was too happy to talk about it, so I contrived to change the subject. "Where shall I take you to?" I inquired. "To Julia's, where I am now settled. I went there yesterday," was Fanny's answer. "This world is really made to be laughed at," said Fanny, suddenly leaning her head out of the carriage window. "What is the matter?" I asked. "That man," said Fanny, "with his grave face and his large board, hoisted up, standing there, challenging the world, as if he were Don Quixote come to life again." "What for?" said I. "Bayley's Blacking. Can one conceive anything so absurd?" I set her down as desired, and begged her to make my excuse to Julia, who was at her window with Horace Beckford, the handsome nephew of Lord Rivers. He appeared inclined to pay her attention, if one might judge by the soft smile which was playing about his features: but then he was eternally smiling. I found my very constant and steady admirer, Lord Frederick Bentinck, waiting for me, prepared, as usual, to give me a world of advice. He told me that I was going on in a very bad way, and asked me whither I expected to go? "Where are you going to?" said I, as he walked into my dressing-room, and seemed to admire himself in my large glass. "I am going to see the Duchess of York," said Fred Bentinck. "What of that!" I returned. "Where are your gloves?" "I never wear them, unless at court; but I have got on a new pair of leather breeches to-day, and I want to see now they fit by your glass." Brummell at this moment was announced. "How very apropos you are arrived," I remarked. "Lord Frederick wants your opinion on his new leather breeches." "Come here, Fred Bentinck!" said Brummell. "But there is only one man on earth who can make leather breeches!" "Mine were made by a man in the Haymarket," Bentinck observed, looking down at them with much pride; for he very seldom sported anything new. "My dear fellow, take them off directly!" said Brummell. "I beg I may hear of no such thing," said I, hastily--"else, where would he go to, I wonder, without his small-clothes?"