ts the coffee over his shirt.

Harry Warrington, in his way, and according to the customs of that age,
had for a brief time past (by which I conclude that only for a brief
time had his love been declared and accepted) given to the Castlewood
family all these artless testimonies of his affection for one of them.
Cousin Will should have won back his money and welcome, or have won
as much of Harry's own as the lad could spare. Nevertheless, the lad,
though a lover, was shrewd, keen, and fond of sport and fair play, and a
judge of a good horse when he saw one. Having played for and won all the
money which Will had, besides a great number of Mr. Esmond's valuable
autographs, Harry was very well pleased to win Will's brown horse--that
very quadruped which had nearly pushed him into the water on the
first evening of his arrival at Castlewood. He had seen the horse's
performance often, and in the midst of all his passion and romance, was
not sorry to be possessed of such a sound, swift, well-bred hunter and
roadster. When he had gazed at the stars sufficiently as they shone over
his mistress's window, and put her candle to bed, he repaired to his own
dormitory, and there, no doubt, thought of his Maria and his horse with
youthful satisfaction, and how sweet it would be to have one pillioned
on the other, and to make the tour of all the island on such an
animal with such a pair of white arms round his waist. He fell asleep
ruminating on these things, and meditating a million of blessings on his
Maria, in whose company he was to luxuriate at least for a week more.

In the early morning poor Chaplain Sampson sent over his little black
mare by the hands of his groom, footman, and gardener, who wept and
bestowed a great number of kisses on the beast's white nose as he
handed him over to Gumbo. Gumbo and his master were both affected by the
fellow's sensibility; the negro servant showing his sympathy by weeping,
and Harry by producing a couple of guineas, with which he astonished and
speedily comforted the chaplain's boy. Then Gumbo and the late groom led
the beast away to the stable, having commands to bring him round with
Mr. William's horse after breakfast, at the hour when Madam Bernstein's
carriages were ordered.

So courteous was he to his aunt, or so grateful for her departure, that
the master of the house even made his appearance at the morning meal,
in order to take leave of his guests. The ladies and the chaplain were
pre