France, honored the banquet and the marriage
ceremony. Lord and Lady Crabs intend passing a few weeks at Saint
Cloud."

The above dockyments, along with my own triffling billy, of which I have
also givn a copy, greated Mr. and Mrs. Deuceace on their arrivle from
Fontingblo. Not being present, I can't say what Deuceace said; but I can
fancy how he LOOKT, and how poor Mrs. Deuceace lookt. They weren't much
inclined to rest after the fiteeg of the junny; for, in 1/2 an hour
after their arrival at Paris, the hosses were put to the carridge
agen, and down they came thundering to our country-house at St. Cloud
(pronounst by those absud Frenchmin Sing Kloo), to interrup our chaste
loves and delishs marridge injyments.

My lord was sittn in a crimson satan dressing-gown, lolling on a sofa at
an open windy, smoaking seagars, as ushle; her ladyship, who, to du her
justice, didn mind the smell, occupied another end of the room, and
was working, in wusted, a pare of slippers, or an umbrellore case, or a
coal-skittle, or some such nonsints. You would have thought to have sean
'em that they had been married a sentry, at least. Well, I bust in upon
this conjugal tator-tator, and said, very much alarmed, "My lord, here's
your son and daughter-in-law."

"Well," says my lord, quite calm, "and what then?"

"Mr. Deuceace!" says my lady, starting up, and looking fritened.

"Yes, my love, my son; but you need not be alarmed. Pray, Charles, say
that Lady Crabs and I will be very happy to see Mr. and Mrs. Deuceace;
and that they must excuse us receiving them en famille. Sit still, my
blessing--take things coolly. Have you got the box with the papers?"

My lady pointed to a great green box--the same from which she had taken
the papers, when Deuceace fust saw them,--and handed over to my lord a
fine gold key. I went out, met Deuceace and his wife on the stepps, gave
my messinge, and bowed them palitely in.

My lord didn't rise, but smoaked away as usual (praps a little quicker,
but I can't say); my lady sat upright, looking handsum and strong.
Deuceace walked in, his left arm tied to his breast, his wife and hat on
the other. He looked very pale and frightened; his wife, poar thing! had
her head berried in her handkerchief, and sobd fit to break her heart.

Miss Kicksey, who was in the room (but I didn't mention her, she was
less than nothink in our house), went up to Mrs. Deuceace at onst, and
held out her arms--she had a heart, that