ichmond yourself. Who is your friend?'

'No one you know, or will know. 'Tis the best fellow that ever lived;
but he is under my guidance, and I shall be very particular to whom he
is introduced.'

'Lord! I wonder who he can be!' said the young man.

'I say, Mirabel, you will be done on Goshawk, if you don't take care, I
can tell you that.'

'Thank you, good Coventry; if you like to bet the odds, I will take
them.'

'No, my dear fellow, I do not want to bet, but at the same time------'

'You have an opinion that you will not back. That is a luxury, for
certainly it is of no, use. I would advise you to enjoy it.'

'Well, I must say, Mirabel,' said Lord Catchimwhocan, 'I think the same
about Goshawk.'

'Oh, no, Catch, you do not think so; you think you think. Go and take
all the odds you can get upon Goshawk. Come, now, to-morrow you will
tell me you have a very pretty book. Eh! _mon cher_ Catch?'

'But do you really think Goshawk will win?' asked Lord Cathimwhocan,
earnestly.

'Certain!'

'Well, damned if I don't go and take the odds,' said his lordship.

'Mirabel,' said a young noble, moving his horse close to the Count, and
speaking in a low voice, 'shall you be at home to-morrow morning?'

'Certainly. But what do you want?'

'I am in a devil of a scrape; I do not know what to do. I want you to
advise me.'

'The Count moved aside with this cavalier. 'And what is it?' said he.
'Have you been losing?'

'No, no,' said the young man, shaking his head. 'Much worse. It is the
most infernal business; I do not know what I shall do. I think I shall
cut my throat.'

'_Betise!_ It cannot be very bad, if it be not money.'

'Oh, my dear Mirabel, you do not know what trouble I am in.'

'_Mon cher Henri, soyez tranquille,_' said the Count, in a kind voice.
'I am your friend. Rest assured, I will arrange it. Think no more of it
until to-morrow at one o'clock, and then call on me. If you like, I am
at your service at present.'

'No, no, not here: there are letters.'

'Ha, ha! Well, to-morrow, at one. In the meantime, do not write any
nonsense.'

At this moment, the duchess, with a party of equestrians, passed and
bowed to the Count Mirabel.

'I say, Mirabel,' exclaimed a young man, 'who is that girl? I want
to know. I have seen her several times lately. By Jove, she is a fine
creature!'

'Do not you know Miss Temple?' said the Count. 'Fancy a man not knowing
Miss Temple! She is the only woman in London