YOUNG JOHN BULL. 41

George assumed a free, off-hand manner,

and exclaimed—
“We will have a jaunty, rich time—parade
Broadway—go to hear the Ethiopians, and see
the Museum. Suppose we start off in a jiffey.
I will call for rooms; and when I have
brushed up a little, mother, I will escort you,
and Sy Howard can beau my sister.” And
the young gentleman pulled the bell with a
very important air. The great, blue eyes of
Howard Framingham were fixed coldly upon
George, and with painful effort he slowly
replied, “I am not Sw Howard.”

“ But your father was Sir John; why, then,
are you not Sir Howard ?”

‘“‘ Because my father was a knight and not a
baronet, and I do not inherit his title.”

“JT do not understand the difference,” re-
plied George ; “for, luckily, we have no sirs,
and lords, and what-nots, tacked to our good
Christian names in this country.”

A waiter appeared to answer the bell.

“‘ Show these ladies to a room,” said George,
“and give me one by the side of them.
There is my card. See that Mr. George