tter give me the money at once; it will cost you more
if you don't."

"Sir," says Mr. Deuceace, "I will be equally candid. I would not give
you a farthing to save you from--"

Here I thought proper to open the doar, and, touching my hat, said, "I
have been to the Cafe de Paris, my lord, but the house is shut."

"Bon: there's a good lad; you may keep the five francs. And now, get me
a candle and show me down stairs."

But my master seized the wax taper. "Pardon me, my lord," says he.
"What! a servant do it, when your son is in the room? Ah, par exemple,
my dear father," said he, laughing, "you think there is no politeness
left among us." And he led the way out.

"Good night, my dear boy," said Lord Crabs.

"God bless you, sir," says he. "Are you wrapped warm? Mind the step!"

And so this affeckshnate pair parted.

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. "We have
an engagement, my dear Mr. Algernon," said my lady. "Look--a very kind
letter from Lady Bobtail." And she handed over a pafewmd noat from that
exolted lady. It ran thus:--

"FBG. ST. HONORE, Thursday, Feb. 15, 1817.

"MY DEAR LADY GRIFFIN,--It is an age since we met. Harassing public
duties occupy so much myself and Lord Bobtail, that we have scarce time
to see our private friends; am