; is it not plenty?”

    “Yes, sir, but now you owe me five.”

    “Come back for it, ty pounds.”

    “Mr. Rocer, I may as ion anotter of business to you y.”

    “Matter of business? I am curious to .”

    “You  you are going sly to be married?”

    “Yes; hen?”

    “In t case, sir, Adèle ougo go to scy of it.”

    “to get  of my bride’s oo empically? tion; not a doubt of it. Adèle, as you say, must go to sc marcraigo—the devil?”

    “I , sir; but I must seek anotuation somewhere.”

    “In course!” ortion of features equally fantastic and ludicrous.  me some minutes.

    “And old Madam Reed, or ters, ed by you to seek a place, I suppose?”

    “No, sir; I am not on sucerms ives as ify me in asking favours of t I sise.”

    “You s!”  your peril you advertise! I en pounds. Give me back nine pounds, Jane; I’ve a use for it.”

    “And so urned, putting my  spare t.”

    “Little niggard!” said ! Give me five pounds, Jane.”

    “Not five shillings, sir; nor five pence.”

    “Just let me look at the cash.”

    “No, sir; you are not to be trusted.”

    “Jane!”

    “Sir?”

    “Promise me one thing.”

    “I’ll promise you anyt I to perform.”

    “Not to advertise: and to trust t of a situation to me. I’ll find you one in time.”

    “I so do, sir, if you, in your turn,  I and Adèle s of ters it.”

    “Very . You go to- morrohen?”

    “Yes, sir; early.”

    “So ter dinner?”

    “No, sir, I must prepare for t