him out for this cowardly trick,
and then publish him."

"Nay, my Lord, I had held that as my privilege," interrupted the
captain, "were it not, as you say, for Miss Manners."

His Lordship shot a glance at John Paul somewhat divided between
surprise, resentment, and amusement.

"Now you have seen the daughter, captain, you perceive it is
impossible," I hastened to interpose.

"How in the name of lineage did she come to have such a father?" Comyn
went on. "I thank Heaven he's not mine. He's not fit to be her lackey. I
would sooner twenty times have a profligate like my Lord Sandwich for
a parent than a milk and water sop like Manners, who will risk nothing
over a crown piece at play or a guinea at Newmarket. By G--, Richard,"
said his Lordship, bringing his fist against the glass with near force
enough to break the pane, "I have a notion why he did not choose to see
you that day. Why, he has no more blood than a louse!"

I had come to the guess as soon as he, but I dared not give it voice,
nor anything but ridicule. And so we came to the hotel, the red of
departing day fading in the sky above the ragged house-line in St.
James's Street.

It was a very different reception we got than when we had first come
there. You, my dears, who live in this Republic can have no notion of
the stir and bustle caused by the arrival of Horace Walpole's carriage
at a fashionable hotel, at a time when every innkeeper was versed in
the arms of every family of note in the three kingdoms. Our friend the
chamberlain was now humility itself, and fairly ran in his eagerness to
anticipate Comyn's demands. It was "Yes, my Lord," and "To be sure, your
Lordship," every other second, and he seized the first occasion to make
me an elaborate apology for his former cold conduct, assuring me that
had our honours been pleased to divulge the fact that we had friends
in London, such friends as my Lord Comyn and Mr. Walpole, whose great
father he had once had the distinction to serve as linkman, all would
have been well. And he was desiring me particularly to comprehend that
he had been acting under most disagreeable orders when he sent for the
bailiff, before I cut him short.

We were soon comfortably installed in our old rooms; Comyn had sent
post-haste for Davenport, who chanced to be his own tailor, and for the
whole army of auxiliaries indispensable to a gentleman's make-up; and
Mr. Dix was notified that his Lordship would receive him at eleven