ainted
as usial--and how Deuceace carried her, fainting, to the brisky, and
drove off to Fontingblo, where they were to pass the fust weak of the
honey-moon. They took no servnts, because they wisht, they said, to
be privit. And so, when I had shut up the steps, and bid the postilion
drive on, I bid ajew to the Honrabble Algernon, and went off strait to
his exlent father.

"Is it all over, Chawls?" said he.

"I saw them turned off at igsactly a quarter past 12, my lord," says I.

"Did you give Miss Griffin the paper, as I told you, before her
marriage?"

"I did, my lord, in the presents of Mr. Brown, Lord Bobtail's man; who
can swear to her having had it."

I must tell you that my lord had made me read a paper which Lady Griffin
had written, and which I was comishnd to give in the manner menshnd
abuff. It ran to this effect:--

"According to the authority given me by the will of my late dear
husband, I forbid the marriage of Miss Griffin with the Honorable
Algernon Percy Deuceace. If Miss Griffin persists in the union, I warn
her that she must abide by the consequences of her act.

"LEONORA EMILIA GRIFFIN."

"RUE DE RIVOLI, May 8, 1818."

When I gave this to Miss as she entered the cortyard, a minnit before my
master's arrivle, she only read it contemptiously, and said, "I laugh at
the threats of Lady Griffin;" and she toar the paper in two, and walked
on, leaning on the arm of the faithful and obleaging Miss Kicksey.

I picked up the paper for fear of axdents, and brot it to my lord.
Not that there was any necessaty; for he'd kep a copy, and made me and
another witniss (my Lady Griffin's solissator) read them both, before he
sent either away.

"Good!" says he; and he projuiced from his potfolio the fello of that
bewchus fifty-pun note, which he'd given me yesterday. "I keep my
promise, you see, Charles," says he. "You are now in Lady Griffin's
service, in the place of Mr. Fitzclarence, who retires. Go to Froje's,
and get a livery."

"But, my lord," says I, "I was not to go into Lady Griffnses service,
according to the bargain, but into--"

"It's all the same thing," says he; and he walked off. I went to Mr.
Froje's, and ordered a new livry; and found, likwise, that our coachmin
and Munseer Mortimer had been there too. My lady's livery was changed,
and was now of the same color as my old coat at Mr. Deuceace's; and I'm
blest if there wasn't a tremenjious great earl's corronit on the butins,
instid