'And then there's my parteecular friend, Miss Flora,' said he.

'But I'll make no attempt of a description.

You shall see her for yourself.' It will be readily supposed that I accepted his invitation; and returned home to make a toilette worthy of her I was to meet and the good news of which I was the bearer.

The toilette, I have reason to believe, was a success.

Mr.Rowley dismissed me with a farewell: 'Crikey! Mr.Anne, but you do look prime!' Even the stony Bethiah was--how shall I say ?--dazzled, but scandalised, by my appearance; and while, of course, she deplored the vanity that led to it, she could not wholly prevent herself from admiring the result.
'Ay, Mr.Ducie, this is a poor employment for a wayfaring Christian man!' she said.