e walk. As for play, it was never intended that we should
play with flesh and blood.

And, oh, be charitable, matrons of Britain! See here, Andrew Cogglesby,
who loved his wife as his very soul, and who almost disliked her sister;
in ten minutes the latter had set his head spinning! The whole of the
day he went about the house meditating frantically on the possibility of
his Harriet demanding a divorce.

She was not the sort of woman to do that. But one thing she resolved to
do; and it was, to go to Lymport with Louisa, and having once got her
out of her dwelling-place, never to allow her to enter it, wherever it
might be, in the light of a resident again. Whether anything but
the menace of a participation in her conjugal possessions could have
despatched her to that hateful place, I doubt. She went: she would not
let Andrew be out of her sight. Growing haughtier toward him at every
step, she advanced to the strange old shop. EVAN HARRINGTON over the
door! There the Countess, having meantime returned to her state of
womanhood, shared her shudders. They entered, and passed in to Mrs. Mel,
leaving their footman, apparently, in the rear. Evan was not visible. A
man in the shop, with a yard measure negligently adorning his shoulders,
said that Mr. Harrington was in the habit of quitting the shop at five.

'Deuced good habit, too,' said Andrew.

'Why, sir,' observed another, stepping forward, 'as you truly say--yes.
But--ah! Mr. Andrew Cogglesby? Pleasure of meeting you once in Fallow
field! Remember Mr. Perkins?--the lawyer, not the maltster. Will you do
me the favour to step out with me?'

Andrew followed him into the street.

'Are you aware of our young friend's good fortune?' said Lawyer
Perkins. 'Yes. Ah! Well!--Would you believe that any sane person in
his condition, now--nonsense apart--could bring his mind wilfully to
continue a beggar? No. Um! Well; Mr. Cogglesby, I may tell you that I
hold here in my hands a document by which Mr. Evan Harrington transfers
the whole of the property bequeathed to him to Lady Jocelyn, and that
I have his orders to execute it instantly, and deliver it over to her
ladyship, after the will is settled, probate, and so forth: I presume
there will be an arrangement about his father's debts. Now what do you
think of that?'

'Think, sir,--think!' cried Andrew, cocking his head at him like an
indignant bird, 'I think he's a damned young idiot to do so, and you're
a confounded old rasca