You used to like mine once." "You are very skilful; but to-day, if you will allow me, I will partake of something a little simpler." The Frenchman helped; and, being so happy, in cors, spilt the gravy.
A great blob of brown sos spurted on to master's chick, and myandrewed down his shert-collar and virging-white weskit.
"Confound you!" says he, "M.

de l'Orge, you have done this on purpose." And down went his knife and fork, over went his tumbler of wine, a deal of it into poar Miss Griffinses lap, who looked fritened and ready to cry.
My lady bust into a fit of laffin, peel upon peel, as if it was the best joak in the world.

De l'Orge giggled and grin'd too.

"Pardong," says he; "meal pardong, mong share munseer." * And he looked as if he would have done it again for a penny.
* In the long dialogues, we have generally ventured to change the peculiar spelling of our friend Mr.Yellowplush.
The little Frenchman was quite in extasis; he found himself all of a suddn at the very top of the trea; and the laff for onst turned against his rivle: he actialy had the ordassaty to propose to my lady in English to take a glass of wine.
"Veal you," says he, in his jargin, "take a glas of Madere viz me, mi ladi ?" And he looked round, as if he'd igsackly hit the English manner and pronunciation.
"With the greatest pleasure," says Lady G., most graciously nodding at him, and gazing at him as she drank up the wine.

She'd refused master before, and THIS didn't increase his good-humer.
Well, they went on, master snarling, snapping, and swearing, making himself, I must confess, as much of a blaggard as any I ever see; and my lady employing her time betwigst him and the shevalliay, doing every think to irritate master, and flatter the Frenchmn.