orton!" and advanced smiling to peep over her shoulder and see what pretty thing Rosa was composing.
It was not poetry, though, that she was writing, and Fitz read as follows:--
"LILLIPUT STREET, Tuesday, 22nd May.
"Mr. and Mr. Fitzroy Tymmyns request the pleasure of Sir Thomas and Lady Kicklebury's company at dinner on Wednesday, at 7 1/2 o'clock."
"My dear!" exclaimed the barrister, pulling a long face.
"Law, Fitzroy!" cried the beloved of his bosom, "how you do startle one!"
"Give a dinner-party with our means!" said he.
"Ain't you making a fortune, you miser?" Rosa said. "Fifteen guineas a day is four thousand five hundred a year; I've calculated it." And, so saying, she rose and taking hold of his whiskers (which are as fine as those of any man of his circuit,) she put her mouth close up against his and did something to his long face, which quite changed the expression of it; and which the little page heard outside the door.
"Our dining-room won't h
Entertaining story about the problems besetting the eponymous couple when they decide to give 'a little dinner'. Thackeray provides a feast of unlikely names even for characters mentioned only in passing: '...(the late Prince of Schlippenschloppen)..', and there is a wonderful interlude in which the husband, Fitzroy, develops an infatuation for one of the 'angels' at Fubsby's and visits every day to flirt a little until discovered by the formidable Mrs Gashleigh, his mother-in-law, who henceforth has him in her grasp. Nothing new here, but there's compassion mixed in with the wit,and it's all in the way he tells them.