n this instance lets himself be persuaded easily enough, and
having made up his mind to seek for friend James Wolfe, and give bail
for Harry, he takes his leave and his hat, and squeezes Theo's hand, who
seems to divine his errand (or perhaps that silly mamma has blabbed it),
and kisses little Hetty's flushed cheek, and away he goes out of the
apartment where the girls and their mother are sitting, though he is
followed out of the room by the latter.

When she is alone with him, that enthusiastic matron cannot control
her feelings any longer. She flings her arms round her husband's neck,
kisses him a hundred and twenty-five times in an instant--calls God to
bless him--cries plentifully on his shoulder; and in this sentimental
attitude is discovered by old Mrs. Quiggett, my lord's housekeeper, who
is bustling about the house, and, I suppose, is quite astounded at the
conjugal phenomenon.

"We have had a tiff, and we are making it up! Don't tell tales out of
school, Mrs. Quiggett!" says the gentleman, walking off.

"Well, I never!" says Mrs. Quiggett, with a shrill, strident laugh, like
a venerable old cockatoo--which white, hook-nosed, long-lived bird Mrs.
Quiggett strongly resembles. "Well, I never!" says Quiggett, laughing
and shaking her old sides till all her keys, and, as one may fancy, her
old ribs clatter and jingle.

"Oh, Quiggett!" sobs out Mrs. Lambert, "what a man that is!"

"You've been a-quarrelling, have you, mum, and making it up? That's
right."

"Quarrel with him? He never told a greater story. My General is an
angel, Quiggett. I should like to worship him. I should like to fall
down at his boots and kiss 'em, I should! There never was a man so good
as my General. What have I done to have such a man? How dare I have such
a good husband?"

"My dear, I think there's a pair of you," says the old cockatoo; "and
what would you like for your supper?"

When Lambert comes back very late to that meal, and tells what has
happened, how Harry is free, and how his brother has come to life, and
rescued him, you may fancy what a commotion the whole of those people
are in! If Mrs. Lambert's General was an angel before, what is he now!
If she wanted to embrace his boots in the morning, pray what further
office of wallowing degradation would she prefer in the evening? Little
Hetty comes and nestles up to her father quite silent, and drinks
a little drop out of his glass. Theo's and mamma's faces beam with
happine