"If you knew," says he, going up to Lady Griffin, and speaking very slow (in cors we were all at the keyhole), "the pain I have endured in the last minute, in consequence of the rudeness and insolence of which I have been guilty to your ladyship, you would think my own remorse was punishment sufficient, and would grant me pardon." My lady bowed, and said she didn't wish for explanations.

Mr.Deuceace was her daughter's guest, and not hers; but she certainly would never demean herself by sitting again at table with him.

And so saying out she boltid again.
"Oh! Algernon! Algernon!" says Miss, in teers, "what is this dreadful mystery--these fearful shocking quarrels?
Tell me, has anything happened?
Where, where is the chevalier ?" Master smiled and said, "Be under no alarm, my sweetest Matilda.

De l'Orge did not understand a word of the dispute; he was too much in love for that.

He is but gone away for half an hour, I believe; and will return to coffee." I knew what master's game was, for if miss had got a hinkling of the quarrel betwigst him and the Frenchman, we should have had her screeming at the "Hotel Mirabeu," and the juice and all to pay.