“It is very warm, my Lord,” replied the M.C.

“Confounded,” assented the Honourable Mr. Crushton.

“Have you seen his Lordship’s mail-cart, Bantam?” inquired the Honourable Mr. Crushton, after a short pause, during which young Lord Mutanhed had been endeavouring to stare Mr. Pickwick out of countenance, and Mr. Crushton had been reflecting what subject his Lordship could talk about best.

“Dear me, no,” replied the M.C. “A mail-cart! What an excellent idea. Remarkable!”