ow, but I don't."
"So that you gave up business, O'Reilly, and resigned yourself freely to a life of ease," said my Lord, with a smile that seemed to approve the project.
"Yes, indeed, my Lord; but whether it's to be a life of pleasure, I don't know. I was in the provision trade thirty-eight years, and do you know I miss the pigs greatly."
"Every man has a hankering of that sort. Old cosmopolite as I am, I have every now and then my longing for that window at Brookes's, and that snug dinner-room at Boodle's."
"Yes, my Lord," said O'Reilly, who hadn't the faintest conception whether these localities were not situated in China.
"Ah, Twining, never thought to see you here," called out his Lordship to a singularly tall man, who came forward with such awkward contortions of legs and arms, as actually to suggest the notion that he was struggling against somebody. Mr. O'Reilly modestly stole away while the friends were shaking hands, and we take the same opportunity to, present the