"
"I wish they had not waked me," said the man, "I walked as far
as from Stokenchurch, and that's a matter of forty miles, this
morning to see if I could get some work, and went to bed here
without any supper. I'm blessed if I worn't dreaming of a
roast leg of pork."
"It has not been a lucky day for me," rejoined the lad, "I
could not find a single gentleman's horse to hold, so help me,
except one what was at the House of Commons, and he kept me
there two mortal hours and said when he came out, that he
would remember me next time. I ain't tasted no wittals to-day
except some cat's-meat and a cold potatoe what was given me by
a cabman; but I have got a quid here, and if you are very low
I'll give you half."
In the meantime Lord Valentine and the Princess Stephanie of
Eurasberg with some companions worthy of such a pair, were
dancing a new Mazurka before the admiring assembly at
Deloraine House. The ball was in the statue gallery illumined
on this night in the Russian fashion, which while it diffused
a brilliant light throughout the beautiful chamber, was
peculiarly adapted to develope the contour of the marble forms
of grace and loveliness that were ranged around.
"Where is Arabella?" enquired Lord Marney of his mother, "I
want to present young Huntingford to her.
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