But in this case report turned out to be something very different.

Mr.Frank told me he was really in love, and said upon his honor (an absurd expression which young chaps of his age are always using) he was determined to marry Smith, the governess--the sweet, darling girl, as _he_ called her; but I'm not sentimental, and _I_ call her Smith, the governess.

Well, Mr.Frank's father, being as proud as Lucifer, said "No," as to marrying the governess, when Mr.Frank wanted him to say "Yes." He was a man of business, was old Gatliffe, and he took the proper business course.

He sent the governess away with a first-rate character and a spanking present, and then he, looked about him to get something for Mr.Frank to do.

While he was looking about, Mr.Frank bolted to London after the governess, who had nobody alive belonging to her to go to but an aunt--her father's sister.