96 The Hon. Adolphus Lightfoot. 



Nothing like the good roast-beef of Old England ! 

 Don't you agree with me, ma'am ? " inquired Dolly. And so 

 he went on. Two minutes more and he was taking wine 

 with the parent birds (having ordered a bottle of cham- 

 pagne for the purpose), and by the time the '^ poulet au 

 cresson " stage had arrived, not only Dolly, but we our- 

 selves into the bargain, were, to our unbounded astonish- 

 ment, on the most familiar terms possible with the whole 

 family, including little Miss Brown. 



When we rose from dinner, cards were exchanged 

 between Dolly and the serious gentleman, and to see the 

 former's face as he handed his bit of pasteboard to the 

 other, with an elaborate bow, was worth a good deal. It 

 was plain to the naked e3^e that the name worked wonders. 

 Dolly, in fact, had it all his own way, and (to use his own 

 words), walked over the course. 



The Simpsons (that was their name) had intended to 

 take a quiet stroll on the sands, and then to bed ; but 

 Dolly would not hear of it. There was a dance at the 

 *' Etablissement," and to it they must all go. And to it 

 they did go, Dolly leading the way with Mrs. Simpson on 

 his arm. 



It certainly was a case of what Mr. J. L. Toole would 

 call " Going it " with the Simpson family that night. I 

 am sure they had never had such a lark before, and possibly 

 not since. Notwithstanding Mr. Simpson, senior's, stern 

 admonition to his son of " No gambling, George, mind ! " 

 we, in the course of the evening, beheld that youth and 

 his brother investing their pocket-money like men at the 

 '' little horses." The quadrille, too, with the entire Simp- 

 son family, shall we ever forget it ? 



Dolly, knowing several young Enghshmen present, 



