The poor hunchback flung herself into Miss's arms, with a kind of whooping screech, and kep there for some time, sobbing in quite a historical manner.

I saw there was going to be a sean, and so, in cors, left the door ajar.
"Welcome to Saint Cloud, Algy my boy!" says my lord, in a loud, hearty voice.

"You thought you would give us the slip, eh, you rogue?
But we knew it, my dear fellow: we knew the whole affair--did we not, my soul ?--and you see, kept our secret better than you did yours." "I must confess, sir," says Deuceace, bowing, "that I had no idea of the happiness which awaited me in the shape of a mother-in-law." "No, you dog; no, no," says my lord, giggling: "old birds, you know, not to be caught with chaff, like young ones.

But here we are, all spliced and happy, at last.

Sit down, Algernon; let us smoke a segar, and talk over the perils and adventures of the last month.