ntering to time at the same rapid pace.

"This must be some gallantry of yours, Mr. Woolsey," said the romantic
Morgiana, turning upon that gentleman. "Mr. Eglantine treated us to the
dinner, and you have provided us with the music."

Now Woolsey had been a little, a very little, dissatisfied during the
course of the evening's entertainment, by fancying that Eglantine, a
much more voluble person than himself, had obtained rather an undue
share of the ladies' favour; and as he himself paid half of the
expenses, he felt very much vexed to think that the perfumer should take
all the credit of the business to himself. So when Miss Crump asked if
he had provided the music, he foolishly made an evasive reply to her
query, and rather wished her to imagine that he HAD performed that
piece of gallantry. "If it pleases YOU, Miss Morgiana," said this artful
Schneider, "what more need any man ask? wouldn't I have all Drury Lane
orchestra to please you?"

The bugle had by this time arrived quite close to the clarence carriage,
and if Morgiana had looked round she might have seen whence the music
came. Behind her came slowly a drag, or private stage-coach, with
four horses. Two grooms with cockades and folded arms were behind;
and driving on the box, a little gentleman, with a blue bird's-eye
neckcloth, and a white coat. A bugleman was by his side, who performed
the melodies which so delighted Miss Crump. He played very gently and
sweetly, and "God save the King" trembled so softly out of the brazen
orifice of his bugle, that the Crumps, the tailor, and Eglantine
himself, who was riding close by the carriage, were quite charmed and
subdued.

"Thank you, DEAR Mr. Woolsey," said the grateful Morgiana; which made
Eglantine stare, and Woolsey was just saying, "Really, upon my word,
I've nothing to do with it," when the man on the drag-box said to the
bugleman, "Now!"

The bugleman began the tune of--

"Heaven preserve our Emperor Fra-an-cis,
Rum tum-ti-tum-ti-titty-ti."

At the sound, the "Emperor" reared himself (with a roar from Mr.
Eglantine)--reared and beat the air with his fore-paws. Eglantine flung
his arms round the beast's neck; still he kept beating time with
his fore-paws. Mrs. Crump screamed: Mr. Woolsey, Dick, the clarence
coachman, Lord Vauxhall (for it was he), and his Lordship's two grooms,
burst into a shout of laughter; Morgiana cries "Mercy! mercy!" Eglantine
yells "Stop!"--"Wo!"--"Oh!" and a thousa