already, he met Mr. Blewitt on
the stairs; and byoutiffle it was to see how this gnlmn, who had before
been almost cut by my master, was now received by him. One of
the sweetest smiles I ever saw was now vizzable on Mr. Deuceace's
countenance. He held out his hand, covered with a white kid glove, and
said, in the most frenly tone of vice posbill, "What! Mr. Blewitt? It is
an age since we met. What a shame that such near naybors should see each
other so seldom!"

Mr. Blewitt, who was standing at his door, in a pe-green dressing-gown,
smoakin a segar, and singing a hunting coarus, looked surprised,
flattered, and then suspicious.

"Why, yes," says he, "it is, Mr. Deuceace, a long time."

"Not, I think, since we dined at Sir George Hookey's. By-the-by, what
an evening that was--hay, Mr. Blewitt? What wine! what capital songs! I
recollect your 'May-day in the morning'--cuss me, the best comick song
I ever heard. I was speaking to the Duke of Doncaster about it only
yesterday. You know the duke, I think?"

Mr. Blewitt said, quite surly, "No, I don't."

"Not know him!" cries master; "why, hang it, Blewitt! he knows YOU; as
every sporting man in England does, I should think. Why, man, your good
things are in everybody's mouth at Newmarket."

And so master went on chaffin Mr. Blewitt. That genlmn at fust answered
him quite short and angry: but, after a little more flummery, he grew as
pleased as posbill, took in all Deuceace's flatry, and bleeved all
his lies. At last the door shut, and they both went into Mr. Blewitt's
chambers together.

Of course I can't say what past there; but in an hour master kem up to
his own room as yaller as mustard, and smellin sadly of backo smoke. I
never see any genmln more sick than he was; HE'D BEEN SMOAKIN SEAGARS
along with Blewitt. I said nothink, in course, tho I'd often heard him
xpress his horrow of backo, and knew very well he would as soon swallow
pizon as smoke. But he wasn't a chap to do a thing without a reason: if
he'd been smoakin, I warrant he had smoked to some porpus.

I didn't hear the convysation betwean 'em; but Mr. Blewitt's man did:
it was,--"Well, Mr. Blewitt, what capital seagars! Have you one for
a friend to smoak?" (The old fox, it wasn't only the SEAGARS he was
a-smoakin!) "Walk in," says Mr. Blewitt; and they began a chaffin
together; master very ankshous about the young gintleman who had come
to live in our chambers, Mr. Dawkins, and always coming back to th