'Mr.Warmmash,' says I, 'my gallant friend here and I have a mind for a ride and a supper at Twickenham, so you must lend us a pair of your best horses.' Which he did in a twinkling, and off we rode.
"We did not go into the Park, but turned off and cantered smartly up towards Kilburn; and, when we got into the country, galloped as if the devil were at our heels.

Bless you, my love, it was all done in a minute: and the Ensign and I found ourselves regular knights of the road, before we knew where we were almost.

Only think of our finding you and your new husband at the 'Three Rooks'! There's not a greater fence than the landlady in all the country.

It was she that put us on seizing your husband, and introduced us to the other two gentlemen, whose names I don't know any more than the dead." "And what became of the horses ?" said Mrs.Catherine to Mr.Brock, when his tale was finished.
"Rips, madam," said he; "mere rips.

We sold them at Stourbridge fair, and got but thirteen guineas for the two." "And--and--the Count, Max; where is he, Brock ?" sighed she.
"Whew!" whistled Mr.Brock.