s quatit pennas--you know the rest--no? Well, you
are not much the worse off--you will call her ladyship's coach, and make
her a bow at the step. Look at Lord Castlewood yonder, passing the box.
Did you ever hear a fellow curse and swear so at losing five or six
pieces? She must be a jade indeed, if she long give her favours to such
a niggardly canaille as that!"

"We don't consider our family canaille, sir," says Mr. Warrington, "and
my Lord Castlewood is one of them."

"I forgot. I forgot, and ask your pardon! And I make you my compliment
upon my lord, and Mr. Will Esmond, his brother," says Harry's neighbour
at the hazard-table. "The box is with me. Five's the main! Deuce Ace! my
usual luck. Virtute mea me involvo!" and he sinks back in his chair.

Whether it was upon this occasion of taking the box, that Mr. Harry
threw the fifteen mains mentioned in one of those other letters of Mr.
Walpole's, which have not come into his present learned editor's hands,
I know not; but certain it is, that on his first appearance at White's,
Harry had five or six evenings of prodigious good luck, and seemed more
than ever the Fortunate Youth. The five hundred pounds withdrawn from
his patrimonial inheritance had multiplied into thousands. He bought
fine clothes, purchased fine horses, gave grand entertainments, made
handsome presents, lived as if he had been as rich as Sir James Lowther,
or his Grace of Bedford, and yet the five thousand pounds never seemed
to diminish. No wonder that he gave where giving was so easy; no wonder
that he was generous with Fortunatus's purse in his pocket. I say no
wonder that he gave, for such was his nature. Other Fortunati tie up the
endless purse, drink small beer, and go to bed with a tallow candle.

During this vein of his luck, what must Mr. Harry do, but find out from
Lady Maria what her ladyship's debts were, and pay them off to the
last shilling. Her stepmother and half-sister, who did not love her, he
treated to all sorts of magnificent presents. "Had you not better get
yourself arrested, Will?" my lord sardonically said to his brother.
"Although you bit him in that affair of the horse, the Mohock will
certainly take you out of pawn." It was then that Mr. William felt a
true remorse, although not of that humble kind which sent the repentant
Prodigal to his knees. "Confound it," he groaned, "to think that I have
let this fellow slip for such a little matter as forty pound! Why, he
was good