And I regard that in the light of a precious good thing for Holdaway, let me tell you, and a set-off against the wages.' 'But O, my lord!' cried Nance, 'we live upon the wages, and what are we to do without ?' 'What am I to do ?--what am I to do ?' replied Lord Windermoor with some exasperation.

'I have no wages.

And there is Mr.Archer.

And if Holdaway doesn't like it, he can go to the devil, and you with him!--and you with him!' 'And yet, my lord,' said Mr.Archer, 'these good people will have as keen a sense of loss as you or I; keener, perhaps, since they have done nothing to deserve it.' 'Deserve it ?' cried the peer.

'What?
What?
If a rascally highwayman comes up to me with a confounded pistol, do you say that I've deserved it?
How often am I to tell you, sir, that I was cheated--that I was cheated ?' 'You are happy in the belief,' returned Mr.Archer gravely.
'Archer, you would be the death of me!' exclaimed his lordship.