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a previous invitation and promise.    A vigorous
ring at the street door bell denotes Mr and 
Mrs Tommy Nast, whereat Matty (who has
being chatting with me) surmises that their din-
ner hasn�t turned out a success.       Sally rustles
in, bends over and kisses pap as he sits in
his chair, welcomes Hayes and subsides into 
conversation.   Nast enters fatly and facetious-
ly (he seems to do the buffoon business on most
occasions, now,) looking exceedingly like such
a German Jew as you would look for in the
player of the ophocliede in a brass band.   His
hair is very black and worn rather long, his
face flabby.   Mat tells me the pair �have a
servant, now.�    We talk for half an hour,
standing or sitting, then Hayes and I go off
to W. Leslie�s, finding our hospitable Scotch
friend�s house odorous with dinner.  Quail and
rabbit, ale and pudding being discussed, we
talk and smoke away the afternoon, have
tea and tods afterwards, Leslie talking in
high glee and telling stories of his own acute-
ness in business transactions.  By 9 �, back to
745.    The morning party there, barring Nast
and Sally, who had recently departed.    Eliza
secured Hayes on the sofa, I dropped into
a chair and merry chat with Matty, the rest               
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