her. If I have honest reason to believe
that your love for Miss Griffin is sincere; if I find in a few months
that you yourself are still desirous to marry her, I can, of course,
place no further obstacles in your way.

"You are welcome, then, to return to our hotel. I cannot promise to
receive you as I did of old; you would despise me if I did. I can
promise, however, to think no more of all that has passed between
us, and yield up my own happiness for that of the daughter of my dear
husband.

"L. E. G."

Well, now, an't this a manly, straitforard letter enough, and natral
from a woman whom we had, to confess the truth, treated most scuvvily?
Master thought so, and went and made a tender, respeckful speach to Lady
Griffin (a little flumry costs nothink). Grave and sorroflle he kist her
hand, and, speakin in a very low adgitayted voice, calld Hevn to witness
how he deplord that his conduct should ever have given rise to such an
unfornt ideer; but if he might offer her esteem, respect, the warmest
and tenderest admiration, he trusted she would accept the same, and a
deal moar flumry of the kind, with dark, sollum glansis of the eyes, and
plenty of white pockit-hankercher.

He thought he'd make all safe. Poar fool! he was in a net--sich a net as
I never yet see set to ketch a roag in.

CHAPTER VI.

THE JEWEL.

The Shevalier de l'Orge, the young Frenchmin whom I wrote of in my last,
who had been rather shy of his visits while master was coming it so
very strong, now came back to his old place by the side of Lady Griffin:
there was no love now, though, betwigst him and master, although the
shevallier had got his lady back agin; Deuceace being compleatly devoted
to his crookid Veanus.

The shevalier was a little, pale, moddist, insinifishnt creature; and I
shoodn't have thought, from his appearants, would have the heart to do
harm to a fli, much less to stand befor such a tremendious tiger and
fire-eater as my master. But I see putty well, after a week, from his
manner of going on--of speakin at master, and lookin at him, and olding
his lips tight when Deuceace came into the room, and glaring at him with
his i's, that he hated the Honrabble Algernon Percy.

Shall I tell you why? Because my Lady Griffin hated him: hated him wuss
than pison, or the devvle, or even wuss than her daughter-in-law. Praps
you phansy that the letter you have juss red was honest; praps you
amadgin that the sean of the reading of t