he will came on by mere chans,
and in the reglar cors of suckmstansies: it was all a GAME, I tell
you--a reglar trap; and that extrodnar clever young man, my master, as
neatly put his foot into it, as ever a pocher did in fesnt preserve.

The shevalier had his q from Lady Griffin. When Deuceace went off the
feald, back came De l'Orge to her feet, not a witt less tender than
befor. Por fellow, por fellow! he really loved this woman. He might as
well have foln in love with a bore-constructor! He was so blinded and
beat by the power wich she had got over him, that if she told him black
was white he'd beleave it, or if she ordered him to commit murder, he'd
do it: she wanted something very like it, I can tell you.

I've already said how, in the fust part of their acquaintance, master
used to laff at De l'Orge's bad Inglish, and funny ways. The little
creature had a thowsnd of these; and being small, and a Frenchman,
master, in cors, looked on him with that good-humored kind of contemp
which a good Brittn ot always to show. He rayther treated him like an
intelligent munky than a man, and ordered him about as if he'd bean my
lady's footman.

All this munseer took in very good part, until after the quarl betwigst
master and Lady Griffin; when that lady took care to turn the tables.
Whenever master and miss were not present (as I've heard the servants
say), she used to laff at shevalliay for his obeajance and sivillatty
to master. For her part, she wondered how a man of his birth could act
a servnt: how any man could submit to such contemsheous behavior from
another; and then she told him how Deuceace was always snearing at him
behind his back; how, in fact, he ought to hate him corjaly, and how it
was suttaly time to show his sperrit.

Well, the poar little man beleaved all this from his hart, and was angry
or pleased, gentle or quarlsum, igsactly as my lady liked. There got
to be frequint rows betwigst him and master; sharp words flung at each
other across the dinner-table; dispewts about handing ladies their
smeling-botls, or seeing them to their carridge; or going in and out of
a roam fust, or any such nonsince.

"For hevn's sake," I heerd my lady, in the midl of one of these tiffs,
say, pail, and the tears trembling in her i's, "do, do be calm, Mr.
Deuceace. Monsieur de l'Orge, I beseech you to forgive him. You are,
both of you, so esteemed, lov'd, by members of this family, that for its
peace as well as your own, you