"Oh! he's had a fit or two, since you saw him last."
"Poor old gentleman! let's drink his health;" and the Baronet's recovery was quaffed by the lady, and Vivian, with a very piquant expression of countenance.
"Do you know Lady Julia Knighton?" asked Vivian of his neighbour. Before he could receive an answer, he was again rattling on:—"This hall is bearable to dine in; but I once breakfasted here, and I never shall forget the ludicrous effect produced by the sun through the oriel window. Such complexions! Every one looked like a prize-fighter ten days after a battle. After all, painted glass is a bore; I wish the Marquess would have it knocked out, and have plated."
"Knock out the painted glass!" said Mr. Boreall; "well, I must confess I cannot agree with you."
