 one's beau-ideal of - of all that sort of
thing, speaking generally. There are some low minds (not many, I am happy to
believe, but there are some) that would prefer to do what I should call bow down
before idols. Positively Idols! Before services, intellect, and so on. But these
are intangible points. Blood is not so. We see Blood in a nose, and we know it.
We meet with it in a chin, and we say, There it is! That's Blood! It is an
actual matter of fact. We point it out. It admits of no doubt.«
    The simpering fellow with the weak legs, who had taken Agnes down, stated
the question more decisively yet, I thought.
    »Oh, you know, deuce take it,« said this gentleman, looking round the board
with an imbecile smile, »we can't forego Blood, you know. We must have Blood,
you know. Some young fellows, you know, may be a little behind their station,
perhaps, in point of education and behaviour, and may go a little wrong, you
know, and get themselves and other people into a variety of fixes - and all that
- but deuce take it, it's delightful to reflect that they've got Blood in 'em!
Myself, I'd rather at any time be knocked down by a man who had got Blood in
him, than I'd be picked up by a man who hadn't!«
    This sentiment, as compressing the general question into a nutshell, gave
the utmost satisfaction, and brought the gentleman into great notice until the
ladies retired. After that, I observed that Mr. Gulpidge and Mr. Henry Spiker,
who had hitherto been very distant, entered into a defensive alliance against
us, the common enemy, and exchanged a mysterious dialogue across the table for
our defeat and overthrow.
    »That affair of the first bond for four thousand five hundred pounds has not
taken the course that was expected, Spiker,« said Mr. Gulpidge.
    »Do you mean the D. of A.'s?« said Mr. Spiker.
    »The C. of B.'s!« said Mr. Gulpidge.
    Mr. Spiker raised his eyebrows, and looked much concerned.
    »When the question was referred to Lord - I needn't name him,« said Mr.
Gulpidge, checking himself -
    »I understand,« said Mr. Spiker, »N.«
    Mr. Gulpidge
