This Club of which we speak was the Cavendish,--a Club frequented by artists, actors, writers for magazines, and newspaper critics,--and in the evening, Mr. Williamson, one of its most lovable members, introduced his _protégé_ Paul. It represented quite a new world to the bailiff’s son,--and a world which was highly attractive. A new drama had been produced on this evening, and soon after eleven o’clock quite a small crowd of fellows came in to eat chops, drink grog, and discuss the new play. Some of them shook hands with Williamson, called him “dear boy,” and asked what new bit of philanthropy he had in hand. He introduced Paul to one gentleman as his _amicus curiæ_, his _camarade_, his _fidus Achates_, and said he wished to recommend Paul to him for a clerkship in his office. “I know you have a vacancy, because I inquired yesterday. Read the papers to-morrow about a case at Bow Street--the one in which I was engaged,--they were talking about it here, you know, last night,--don’t ask any questions, but wait until I call upon you to-morrow.” “All right, old fellow,” said the gentleman; and when he had joined a companion at the furthest end of the room, Mr. Williamson said, “That gentleman is the proprietor of _The Pyrotechnic_, a musical, theatrical, and literary paper of which, _entre nous_, I am the editor.” Paul during the whole night acted upon the nursery proverb--listened and said nothing. He heard all sorts of wonderful things about dramatic art and literary criticism, and Mr. Williamson pointed out to him the most notable personages present. One of the quietest and “meekest-minded” fellows there was the leading low comedian of a famous theatre; and the noisiest and funniest dog of the lot was the gentleman who played high tragic characters at the same house. The most “disputatious person” was a musician who talked of German operas and the unities of the classic drama. A gentleman who was renowned as a wit spoke of the gorgeous poetic beauty of the Psalms; and a preacher who contributed leading articles to a popular religious paper got a little applause and some quiet expressions of irony by designating himself “a professor of Hebrew mythology.”