Master's face was, fust, red-hot; next, chawk-white: and then sky-blew.

He looked, for all the world, like Mr.Tippy Cooke in the tragady of Frankinstang.

At last, he mannidged to speek.
"My lord," says he, "I expected when I saw you that some such scheme was on foot.

Swindler and spendthrift as I am, at least it is but a family failing; and I am indebted for my virtues to my father's precious example.

Your lordship has, I perceive, added drunkenness to the list of your accomplishments, and, I suppose, under the influence of that gentlemanly excitement, has come to make these preposterous propositions to me.