but you shall have a further description another time. How those rooks bore! I hate staying with ancient families; you're always cawed to death. If ever you write a novel, Miss Manvers, mind you have a rookery in it. Since Tremaine, and Washington Irving, nothing will go down without."
"Oh! by the bye, Mr. Grey, who is the author of Tremaine?"
"I'll tell you who is not.'
"Who?"
"Mr. Ogle."
"But, really, who is the author?"
"Oh! I'll tell you in a moment. It's either Mr. Ryder, or Mr. Spencer Percival, or Mr. Dyson, or Miss Dyson, or Mr. Bowles, or the Duke of Buckingham, or Mr. Ward, or a young Officer in the Guards, or an old Clergyman in the North of England, or a middle-aged Barrister on the Midland Circuit."
"You 're really so giddy, Mr. Grey,—I
