He never new what game his old father was at; only he somehow felt that he had got his head in a net, in spite of his suxess on Sunday.

I knew it--I knew it quite well, as soon as I saw the old genlmn igsammin him by a kind of smile which came over his old face, and was somethink betwigst the angellic and the direbollicle.
But master's dowts were cleared up nex day and every thing was bright again.

At brexfast, in comes a note with inclosier, boath of witch I here copy:-- No.

IX.
"Thursday morning.
"Victoria, Victoria! Mamma has yielded at last; not her consent to our union, but her consent to receive you as before; and has promised to forget the past.

Silly woman, how could she ever think of you as anything but the lover of your Matilda?
I am in a whirl of delicious joy and passionate excitement.