The heir to the barony disbursed the sum with his accustomed munificence.
"Hullo, young feller, what are you doing here?"
This question was asked by a gentleman of prosperous appearance who was holding up a yellow fluid in a tiny glass and looking as though he might presently imbibe it.
"Party o' kids," said the heir to the barony. "Toppin' good show."
The gentleman of the prosperous appearance quite agreed and invited him civilly to drink.
"Must get back with this," said the heir to the barony, holding up a very fine performance on the part of good Messrs. Cadbury.
Although the heir to the barony stayed not to partake of liquid refreshment at the expense of the gentleman at the buffet, and rightly so, we think, having regard to the tragedy of B. Venoist, yet the latter, who was engaged in recruiting exhausted nature with a sherry and angostura bitters, was one of the most distinguished men throughout the length and breadth of the metropolis. Arminius Wingrove was the name of him; a man of consequence to this narrative as to many another one; envied by some, yet esteemed by all who knew him, inasmuch as he was one of the leading dramatic authors of the period. More of him anon.
