ght, as solemn
as ever he heard it. And he kissed and embraced his wife and children
before they went to their own chambers with more fondness than he was
ordinarily wont to show, and with a solemnity and feeling of which they
thought in after days with no small comfort.

They took horse the next morning (after adieux from the family as tender
as on the night previous), lay that night on the road, and entered
London at nightfall; my lord going to the "Trumpet," in the Cockpit,
Whitehall, a house used by the military in his time as a young man, and
accustomed by his lordship ever since.

An hour after my lord's arrival (which showed that his visit had been
arranged beforehand), my lord's man of business arrived from Gray's Inn;
and thinking that his patron might wish to be private with the lawyer,
Esmond was for leaving them: but my lord said his business was short;
introduced Mr. Esmond particularly to the lawyer, who had been engaged
for the family in the old lord's time; who said that he had paid the
money, as desired that day, to my Lord Mohun himself, at his lodgings in
Bow Street; that his lordship had expressed some surprise, as it was not
customary to employ lawyers, he said, in such transactions between men
of honor; but nevertheless, he had returned my Lord Viscount's note of
hand, which he held at his client's disposition.

"I thought the Lord Mohun had been in Paris!" cried Mr. Esmond, in great
alarm and astonishment.

"He is come back at my invitation," said my Lord Viscount. "We have
accounts to settle together."

"I pray heaven they are over, sir," says Esmond.

"Oh, quite," replied the other, looking hard at the young man. "He was
rather troublesome about that money which I told you I had lost to him
at play. And now 'tis paid, and we are quits on that score, and we shall
meet good friends again."

"My lord," cried out Esmond, "I am sure you are deceiving me, and that
there is a quarrel between the Lord Mohun and you."

"Quarrel--pish! We shall sup together this very night, and drink a
bottle. Every man is ill-humored who loses such a sum as I have lost.
But now 'tis paid, and my anger is gone with it."

"Where shall we sup, sir?" says Harry.

"WE! Let some gentlemen wait till they are asked," says my Lord Viscount
with a laugh. "You go to Duke Street, and see Mr. Betterton. You love
the play, I know. Leave me to follow my own devices: and in the morning
we'll breakfast together, with what app