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you for a few of those grapes? they look delicious."

For answer, master seas'd hold of the grayp dish, and sent it sliding
down the table to De l'Orge; upsetting, in his way, fruit-plates,
glasses, dickanters, and heaven knows what.

"Monsieur de l'Orge," says he, shouting out at the top of his voice,
"have the goodness to help Lady Griffin. She wanted MY grapes long ago,
and has found out they are sour!"

. . . . . .

There was a dead paws of a moment or so.

. . . . . .

"Ah!" says my lady, "vous osez m'insulter, devant mes gens, dans ma
propre maison--c'est par trop fort, monsieur." And up she got, and flung
out of the room. Miss followed her, screeching out, "Mamma--for God's
sake--Lady Griffin!" and here the door slammed on the pair.

Her ladyship did very well to speak French. DE L'ORGE WOULD NOT HAVE
UNDERSTOOD HER ELSE; as it was he heard quite enough; and as the
door clikt too, in the presents of me, and Messeers Mortimer and
Fitzclarence, the family footmen, he walks round to my master, and hits
him a slap on the face, and says, "prends ca, menteur et lache!" which
means, "Take that, you liar and coward!"--rayther strong igspreshns for
one genlmn to use to another.

Master staggered back and looked bewildered; and then he gave a kind
of a scream, and then he made a run at the Frenchman, and then me and
Mortimer flung ourselves upon him, whilst Fitzclarence embraced the
shevalliay.

"A demain!" says he, clinching his little fist, and walking away, not
very sorry to git off.

When he was fairly down stares, we let go of master: who swallowed
a goblit of water, and then pawsing a little and pullout his pus, he
presented to Messeers Mortimer and Fitzclarence a luydor each. "I will
give you five more to-morrow," says he, "if you will promise to keep
this secrit."

And then he walked in to the ladies. "If you knew," says he, going up
to Lady Griffin, and speaking very slow (in cors we were all at the
keyhole), "the pain I have endured in the last minute, in consequence of
the rudeness and insolence of which I have been guilty to your ladyship,
you would think my own remorse was punishment sufficient, and would
grant me pardon."

My lady bowed, and said she didn't wish for explanations. Mr. Deuceace
was her daughter's guest, and not hers; but she certainly would never
demean herself by sitting again at table with him. And so saying out she
boltid a