Miss retired, clasping her hands, and making play with the whites of her i's.

My lord began trotting up and down the room, with his fat hands stuck in his britchis pockits, his countnince lighted up with igstream joy, and singing, to my inordnit igstonishment: "See the conquering hero comes! Tiddy diddy doll--tiddy doll, doll, doll." He began singing this song, and tearing up and down the room like mad.
I stood amazd--a new light broke in upon me.

He wasn't going, then, to make love to Miss Griffin! Master might marry her! Had she not got the for--?
I say, I was just standing stock still, my eyes fixt, my hands puppindicklar, my mouf wide open and these igstrordinary thoughts passing in my mind, when my lord having got to the last "doll" of his song, just as I came to the sillible "for" of my ventriloquism, or inward speech--we had eatch jest reached the pint digscribed, when the meditations of both were sudnly stopt, by my lord, in the midst of his singin and trottin match, coming bolt up aginst poar me, sending me up aginst one end of the room, himself flying back to the other: and it was only after considrabble agitation that we were at length restored to anything like a liquilibrium.
"What, YOU here, you infernal rascal ?" says my lord.
"Your lordship's very kind to notus me," says I; "I am here." And I gave him a look.
He saw I knew the whole game.
And after whisling a bit, as was his habit when puzzled (I bleave he'd have only whisled if he had been told he was to be hanged in five minits), after whisling a bit, he stops sudnly, and coming up to me, says: "Hearkye, Charles, this marriage must take place to-morrow." "Must it, sir ?" says I; "now, for my part, I don't think--" "Stop, my good fellow; if it does not take place, what do you gain ?" This stagger'd me.

If it didn't take place, I only lost a situation, for master had but just enough money to pay his detts; and it wooden soot my book to serve him in prisn or starving.
"Well," says my lord, "you see the force of my argument.

Now, look here!" and he lugs out a crisp, fluttering, snowy HUNDRED-PUN NOTE! "If my son and Miss Griffin are married to-morrow, you shall have this; and I will, moreover, take you into my service, and give you double your present wages." Flesh and blood cooden bear it.