e have made a very bad affair; dat's all. Your gros
milor is very often bien bete; he is very often rude, savage, forget
his manners, and all dat but" and here his voice swelled into the full
soundness of a perfect connection "but he is alway rich. Ja ja, immer
reich!" said he over to himself. "Allons! now to get at her verdammte
baggage, de two trunks, and de leetle box, and de ape, and de sac, and
de four or five baskets. Diable d'affaire! Monsieur Tig, do me de grace
to mount on high dere, and give me dat box."

"I 've nothing to say to your carriage, Mister Greg'ry. I 'm the
captain's gentleman, and never do take any but a single-handed
situation;" and with this very haughty speech Mr. Twig lighted a fresh
cigar and strolled away.

"Alle bose Teufeln holen de good for nichts," sputtered Gregoire, who
now waddled into the house to seek for assistance.

Whatever apathy and indifference he might have met with from the English
servants, the people of the hotel were like his bond-slaves. Old and
young, men and women, the waiter, and the ostler, and the chambermaid,
and that strange species of grande utilite, which in German households
goes by the name of "Haus-knecht," a compound of boots, scullion,
porter, pimp, and drudge, were all at his command. Nor was he an
over-mild monarch; a running fire of abuse and indignity accompanied
every order he gave, and he stimulated their alacrity by the most
insulting allusions to their personal defects and deficiencies.

Seated upon a capacious cap-case, with his courier's cap set jauntily on
one side, his meerschaum like a sceptre in his hand, Gregoire gave out
his edicts right royally, and soon the courtyard was strewn with trunks,
boxes, and bags of every shape, size, and color. The scene, indeed, was
not devoid of tumult; for, while each of the helpers screamed away at
the top of his throat, and Gregoire rejoined in shouts that would have
done credit to a bull, the parrot gave vent to the most terrific cries
and yells as the ape poked him through the bars of his cage with the
handle of a parasol.

"There, that's one of them," cried out Monsieur Gregoire; "that round
box beside you; down with it here."

"Monsieur Gregoire! Monsieur Gre'goire!" cried Mademoiselle from the
window once more.

The courier looked up, and touched his cap.

"I'm not going, Monsieur Gregoire; the affair is arranged."

"Ah! I am charmed to hear it, Mademoiselle," said he, smiling in seeming
ecs