is performed, Madame Bernstein seizes a little
bag suspended by a hair chain, which Lady Maria wears round her neck,
and snips the necklace in twain. "Dash some cold water over her face, it
always recovers her!" says the Baroness. "You stay with her, Brett. How
much is your suit gentlemen?"

Mr. Costigan says, "The deem we have against her leedyship for one
hundred and thirty-two pounds, in which she is indebted to Misthress
Eliza Pincott"

Meanwhile, where is the Reverend Mr. Sampson? Like the fabled opossum we
have read of, who, when he spied the unerring gunner from his gum-tree,
said: "It's no use Major, I will come down," so Sampson gave himself up
to his pursuers. "At whose suit, Simons?" he sadly asked. Sampson knew
Simons: they had met many a time before.

"Buckleby Cordwainer," says Mr. Simons.

"Forty-eight pound and charges, I know," says Mr. Sampson, with a sigh.
"I haven't got the money. What officer is there here?" Mr. Simons's
companion, Mr. Lyons, here stepped forward, and said his house was most
convenient, and often used by gentlemen, and he should be most happy and
proud to accommodate his reverence.

Two chairs happened to be in waiting outside the chapel. In those two
chairs my Lady Maria Esmond and Mr. Sampson placed themselves, and went
to Mr. Lyons's residence, escorted by the gentlemen to whom we have just
been introduced.

Very soon after the capture the Baroness Bernstein sent Mr. Case, her
confidential servant, with a note to her niece, full of expressions of
the most ardent affection: but regretting that her heavy losses at cards
rendered the payment of such a sum as that in which Lady Maria stood
indebted quite impossible. She had written off to Mrs. Pincott, by that
very post, however, to entreat her to grant time, and as soon as ever
she had an answer, would not fail to acquaint her dear unhappy niece.

Mrs. Betty came over to console her mistress: and the two poor women
cast about for money enough to provide a horse and chaise for Mrs.
Betty, who had very nearly come to misfortune, too. Both my Lady Maria
and her maid had been unlucky at cards, and could not muster more than
eighteen shillings between them: so it was agreed that Betty should sell
a gold chain belonging to her lady, and with the money travel to London.
Now, Betty took the chain to the very toy-shop man who had sold it to
Mr. Warrington, who had given it to his cousin; and the toy-shop man,
supposing that she had