uncommonly well. There is Tom, an agreeable rattle, a much
more pleasant personage than the intense young man who so often displaces him in modern fiction ; the somewhat cynical Mr.
Wilson ; and a number of other entertaining people, men and women. Perhaps the women are better than the men. But all, without being very profound or subtle studies, are well-drawn figures, and have abundance of good conversation put into their mouths. Then there is a romantic ending. Lost heirs reappearing are always attractive. The superfluous episode is the young lady of Dobranitza. She is introduced only to prove to us, what is asserted with unnecessary iteration, that the hero is not by any means perfect. Mr. Butler must excuse us for remarking that irruptions, whether of bunting or of anything else, do not break out.
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