In the moments of his misery something about the pastry-cook's girl, something that reminded him of Crinoline, it was probably her nose, had tempted him to confide to her his love.

He had told her everything; the kind young creature pitied him, and as she ministered to his wants, was wont to ask sweetly as to his passion.
"'And how was the lovely Lady Crinoline yesterday ?' asked she.

He had entrusted to her a copy of his poem.
"'More beauteous than ever,' he said, but somewhat indistinctly, for his mouth was clogged with the Banbury tart.
"'And good-natured, I hope.

Indeed, I don't know how she can resist,' said the girl; 'I'm sure you'll make it all right to-day, for I see you've got your winning way with you.' "Winning way, with seven to one against him! Macassar sighed, and spilt some of his cherry-brandy over his shirt front.

The kind-hearted girl came and wiped it for him.