"I keep my promise, you see, Charles," says he.

"You are now in Lady Griffin's service, in the place of Mr.Fitzclarence, who retires.

Go to Froje's, and get a livery." "But, my lord," says I, "I was not to go into Lady Griffnses service, according to the bargain, but into--" "It's all the same thing," says he; and he walked off.

I went to Mr.
Froje's, and ordered a new livry; and found, likwise, that our coachmin and Munseer Mortimer had been there too.

My lady's livery was changed, and was now of the same color as my old coat at Mr.Deuceace's; and I'm blest if there wasn't a tremenjious great earl's corronit on the butins, instid of the Griffin rampint, which was worn befoar.
I asked no questions, however, but had myself measured; and slep that night at the Plas Vandome.