I bleave he was at Paris because there was an exycution in his own house in England; and his son was a sure find (as they say) during his illness, and couldn't deny himself to the old genlmn.

His eveninx my lord spent reglar at Lady Griffin's; where, as master was ill, I didn't go any more now, and where the shevalier wasn't there to disturb him.
"You see how that woman hates you, Deuceace," says my lord, one day, in a fit of cander, after they had been talking about Lady Griffin: "SHE HAS NOT DONE WITH YOU YET, I tell you fairly." "Curse her," says master, in a fury, lifting up his maim'd arm--"curse her! but I will be even with her one day.

I am sure of Matilda: I took care to put that beyond the reach of a failure.

The girl must marry me, for her own sake." "FOR HER OWN SAKE! O ho! Good, good!" My lord lifted his i's, and said gravely, "I understand, my dear boy: it is an excellent plan." "Well," says master, grinning fearcely and knowingly at his exlent old father, "as the girl is safe, what harm can I fear from the fiend of a step-mother ?" My lord only gev a long whizzle, and, soon after, taking up his hat, walked off.

I saw him sawnter down the Plas Vandome, and go in quite calmly to the old door of Lady Griffinses hotel.