"I've left," says Tommy, giving himself the airs of a gentleman, "some friends in the gardens.

I'm with his Excellency the Bavarian henvy." "Then you had better go away with him," said the gate people.
"But I tell you I left him there, in the grand circle, with a lady; and, what's more, in the dark walk, I have left a silver-hilted sword." "Oh, my Lord, I'll go and tell him then," cried one of the porters, "if you will wait." Mr.Billings seated himself on a post near the gate, and there consented to remain until the return of his messenger.

The latter went straight to the dark walk, and found the sword, sure enough.

But, instead of returning it to its owner this discourteous knight broke the trenchant blade at the hilt; and flinging the steel away, pocketed the baser silver metal, and lurked off by the private door consecrated to the waiters and fiddlers.
In the meantime, Mr.Billings waited and waited.

And what was the conversation of his worthy parents inside the garden?
I cannot say; but one of the waiters declared that he had served the great foreign Count with two bowls of rack-punch, and some biscuits, in No.