CHAPTER III.
MINEWVRING.
Master rose the nex morning with a dismal countinants--he seamed to think that his pa's visit boded him no good.

I heard him muttering at his brexfast, and fumbling among his hundred pound notes; once he had laid a parsle of them aside (I knew what he meant), to send 'em to his father.

"But no," says he at last, clutching them all up together again, and throwing them into his escritaw, "what harm can he do me?
If he is a knave, I know another who's full as sharp.

Let's see if we cannot beat him at his own weapons." With that Mr.Deuceace drest himself in his best clothes, and marched off to the Plas Vandom, to pay his cort to the fair widdo and the intresting orfn.
It was abowt ten o'clock, and he propoased to the ladies, on seeing them, a number of planns for the day's rackryation.

Riding in the Body Balong, going to the Twillaries to see King Looy Disweet (who was then the raining sufferin of the French crownd) go to chapple, and, finely, a dinner at 5 o'clock at the Caffy de Parry; whents they were all to adjourn, to see a new peace at the theatre of the Pot St.Martin, called Sussannar and the Elders.
The gals agread to everythink, exsep the two last prepositiums.