ber.

"Here are a few sentences," said he, "which I think may suit
your purpose. Great public services--undeniable merit--years of
integrity--cause of reform, and Macabaw for ever!" He put down the
paper. It was, in fact, a speech in favour of Mr. Macabaw.

"Hush," said Scully, rather surlily; for he was thinking how
disagreeable it was to support Macabaw; and besides, there were clerks
in the room, whom the thoughtless Perkins had not at first perceived. As
soon as that gentleman saw them, "You are busy, I see," continued he in
a lower tone. "I came to say that I must be off duty to-day, for I am
engaged to take a walk with some ladies of my acquaintance."

So saying, the light-hearted young man placed his hat unceremoniously on
his head, and went off through his own door, humming a song. He was in
such high spirits that he did not even think of closing the doors of
communication, and Scully looked after him with a sneer.

"Ladies, forsooth," thought he; "I know who they are. This precious girl
that he is fooling with, for one, I suppose." He was right: Perkins was
off on the wings of love, to see Miss Lucy; and she and Aunt Biggs
and Uncle Crampton had promised this very day to come and look at the
apartments which Mrs. John Perkins was to occupy with her happy husband.

"Poor devil," so continued Mr. Scully's meditations, "it is almost too
bad to do him out of his place; but my Bob wants it, and John's girl
has, I hear, seven thousand pounds. His uncle will get him another place
before all that money is spent." And herewith Mr. Scully began conning
the speech which Perkins had made for him.

He had not read it more than six times,--in truth, he was getting it by
heart,--when his head clerk came to him from the front room, bearing
a card: a footman had brought it, who said his lady was waiting below.
Lady Gorgon's name was on the card! To seize his hat and rush downstairs
was, with Mr. Scully, the work of an infinitesimal portion of time.

It was indeed Lady Gorgon in her Gorgonian chariot.

"Mr. Scully," said she, popping her head out of window and smiling in a
most engaging way, "I want to speak to you, on something very particular
INDEED"--and she held him out her hand. Scully pressed it most tenderly:
he hoped all heads in Bedford Row were at the windows to see him. "I
can't ask you into the carriage, for you see the governess is with me,
and I want to talk secrets to you."

"Shall I go and make a little