"'Oh, Mr. Macassar,' said the Lady Crinoline, when he had drawn nigh to her, 'and how are you to-day?' This mention of his Christian name betrayed no undue familiarity, as the two families were intimate, and Macassar had four elder brothers. 'I am so sorry mamma is not at home; she will regret not seeing you amazingly.' "Macassar had his hat in his hand, and he stood a while gazing at the fox in the pattern. 'Won't you sit down?' said Crinoline. "'Is it very dusty in the street to-day?' asked Crinoline; and as she spoke she turned upon him a face wreathed in the sweetest smiles, radiant with elegant courtesy, and altogether expressive of extreme gentility, unsullied propriety, and a very high tone of female education. 'Is it very dusty in the street to-day?' "Charmed by the involuntary grace of her action, Macassar essayed to turn his head towards her as he replied; he could not turn it much, for he wore an all-rounder; but still he was enabled by a side glance to see more of that finished elegance than was perhaps good for his peace of mind. "'Yes,' said he, 'it is dusty;--it certainly is dusty, rather;--but not very--and then in most streets they've got the water-carts.' "'Ah, I love those water-carts!' said Crinoline; 'the dust, you know, is so trying.' "'To the complexion?' suggested Macassar, again looking round as best he might over the bulwark of his collar. "Crinoline laughed slightly; it was perhaps hardly more than a simper, and turning her lovely eyes from her work, she said, 'Well, to the complexion, if you will. What would you gentlemen say if we ladies were to be careless of our complexions?' "Macassar merely sighed gently--perhaps he had no fitting answer; perhaps his heart was too full for him to answer. He sat with his eye fixed on his hat, which still dangled in his hand; but his mind's eye was far away. "'Is it in his office?' thought Crinoline to herself; 'or is it here? Is it anywhere?' "'Have you learnt the song I sent you? said he at last, waking, as it were, from a trance. "'Not yet,' said she--'that is, not quite; that is, I could not sing it before strangers yet.' "'Strangers!' said Macassar; and he looked at her again with an energy that produced results not beneficial either to his neck or his collar. "Crinoline was delighted at this expression of feeling. 'At any rate it is somewhere,' said she to herself; 'and it can hardly be all at his office.' "'Well, I will not say strangers,' she said out loud; 'it sounds--it sounds--I don't know how it sounds. But what I mean is, that as yet I've only sung it before mamma!'" 'I declare I don't know which is the biggest fool of the two,' said Uncle Bat, very rudely.' As for him, if I had him on the forecastle of a man-of-war for a day or two, I'd soon teach him to speak out.' 'You forget, sir,' said Charley,' he's not a sailor, he's only in the Civil Service; we're all very bashful in the Civil Service.'