ethsemane.

"I'll cut that young cock's comb yet before I have done with him,"
repeated Mr. M'Gabbery.

Now Mr. Cruse, as being a clergyman, was of course not a fighting
man. "I shouldn't take any notice of him," said he; "nor, indeed, of
her either; I do not think she is worth it."

"Oh, it isn't about that," said M'Gabbery. "They were two women
together, and I therefore was inclined to show them some attention.
You know how those things go on. From one thing to another it has
come to this, that they have depended on me for everything for the
last three or four weeks."

"You haven't paid any money for them, have you?"

"Well, no; I can't exactly say that I have paid money for them. That
is to say, they have paid their own bills, and I have not lent them
anything. But I dare say you know that a man never travels with
ladies in that free and easy way without feeling it in his pocket.
One is apt to do twenty things for them which one wouldn't do for
oneself; nor they for themselves if they had to pay the piper."

Now here a very useful moral may be deduced. Ladies, take care how
you permit yourselves to fall into intimacies with unknown gentlemen
on your travels. It is not pleasant to be spoken of as this man was
speaking of Miss Baker and her niece. The truth was, that a more
punctilious person in her money dealings than Miss Baker never
carried a purse. She had not allowed Mr. M'Gabbery so much as to lay
out on her behalf a single piastre for oranges on the road. Nor had
he been their sole companion on their journey through the desert.
They had come to Jerusalem with a gentleman and his wife: Mr.
M'Gabbery had been kindly allowed to join them.

"Well, if I were you, I should show them a cold shoulder," said Mr.
Cruse; "and as to that intolerable puppy, I should take no further
notice of him, except by cutting him dead."

Mr. M'Gabbery at last promised to follow his friend's advice, and so
Miss Todd's picnic came to an end without bloodshed.

CHAPTER X.

THE EFFECTS OF MISS TODD'S PICNIC.

Sir Lionel did not participate violently either in his son's disgust
at the falsehood of that holy sepulchre church, nor in his enthusiasm
as to the Mount of Olives. In the former, he walked about as he had
done in many other foreign churches, looked a little to the right and
a little to the left, observed that the roof seemed to be rather out
of order, declined entering the sanctum sanctorum, and then asked
whet