Pray, Charles, say that Lady Crabs and I will be very happy to see Mr.and Mrs.Deuceace; and that they must excuse us receiving them en famille.

Sit still, my blessing--take things coolly.

Have you got the box with the papers ?" My lady pointed to a great green box--the same from which she had taken the papers, when Deuceace fust saw them,--and handed over to my lord a fine gold key.

I went out, met Deuceace and his wife on the stepps, gave my messinge, and bowed them palitely in.
My lord didn't rise, but smoaked away as usual (praps a little quicker, but I can't say); my lady sat upright, looking handsum and strong.
Deuceace walked in, his left arm tied to his breast, his wife and hat on the other.

He looked very pale and frightened; his wife, poar thing! had her head berried in her handkerchief, and sobd fit to break her heart.
Miss Kicksey, who was in the room (but I didn't mention her, she was less than nothink in our house), went up to Mrs.Deuceace at onst, and held out her arms--she had a heart, that old Kicksey, and I respect her for it.