is intended sacrifice to Pluto, and
after peering into the wounds for about a minute, he thrust out his
under lip, with a contemptuous, "Pshaugh! augh! And how long," said he,
"does Master Fillgrave say you be to be under his hands,--augh!"

"He gives me hopes that I may be taken out an airing very gently, (yes,
hearses always go very gently!) in about three weeks!"

The Corporal started, and broke into a long whistle. He then grinned
from ear to ear, snapped his fingers, and said, "Man of the world,
Sir,--man of the world every inch of him!"

"He seems resolved that I shall be a man of another world," said Walter.

"Tell ye what, Sir--take my advice--your honour knows I be
no fool--throw off them ere wrappers; let me put on scrap of
plaister--pitch phials to devil--order out horses to-morrow, and when
you've been in the air half an hour, won't know yourself again!"

"Bunting! the horses out to-morrow?--faith, I don't think I could walk
across the room."

"Just try, your honour."

"Ah! I'm very weak, very weak--my dressing-gown and slippers--your arm,
Bunting--well, upon my honour, I walk very stoutly, eh? I should
not have thought this! leave go: why I really get on without your
assistance!"

"Walk as well as ever you did."

"Now I'm out of bed, I don't think I shall go back again to it."

"Would not, if I was your honour."

"And after so much exercise, I really fancy I've a sort of an appetite."

"Like a beefsteak?"

"Nothing better."

"Pint of wine?"

"Why that would be too much--eh?"

"Not it."

"Go, then, my good Bunting; go and make haste--stop, I say that d--d
fellow--" "Good sign to swear," interrupted the Corporal; "swore twice
within last five minutes--famous symptom!"

"Do you choose to hear me? That d--d fellow, Fillgrave, is coming back
in an hour to bleed me: do you mount guard--refuse to let him in--pay
him his bill--you have the money. And harkye, don't be rude to the
rascal."

"Rude, your honour! not I--been in the Forty-second--knows
discipline--only rude to the privates!"

The Corporal, having seen his master conduct himself respectably toward
the viands with which he supplied him--having set his room to rights,
brought him the candles, borrowed him a book, and left him for the
present in extremely good spirits, and prepared for the flight of the
morrow; the Corporal, I say, now lighting his pipe, stationed himself
at the door of the inn, and waited for Mr. Pertinax Fillgrav