"So indeed, my dear sir, do I. There's a mingled softness and spirit in Miss Quirk"----

"She's a good girl, a good girl, Gammon! I hope he'll use her well if he gets her." His voice trembled. "She's got very much attached to him!

Gad, she's quite altered lately; and my sister tells me that she's always playing dismal music when he's not there. But we can talk over these matters at another time. Gad, Gammon, you can't think how it's relieved me, to open my mind to you on this matter! We quite understand each other _now_, Gammon--eh?"

"Quite," replied Gammon, pointedly; and Mr. Quirk having quitted the room, the former prepared to answer Messrs. Runnington's letter. But first he leaned back, and reflected on several points of their late conversation. Of course, he had resolved that Miss Quirk should never become Mrs. t.i.tmouse! And what struck him as not a little singular was this; viz. that Mr. Quirk should have made no observation on the circ.u.mstance that Gammon allowed him to risk his daughter, and her all, upon chances which he p.r.o.nounced too frail to warrant advancing a thousand or two of money! Yet so it was.

This was the answer he presently wrote to the letter of Messrs.

Runnington:--

"_Saffron Hill, 26th April 18--._

"GENTLEMEN:

"_Doe_ d. _t.i.tmouse_ v. _Jolter_.

"We are favored with your letter of this day's date; and beg to a.s.sure you how very highly we appreciate the prompt and honorable course which has been taken by your client, under circ.u.mstances calculated to excite the greatest possible commiseration. Every expression of respectful sympathy, on our parts, and on that of our client, Mr. t.i.tmouse, which you may think fit to convey to your distinguished client, is his.

"We shall be prepared to receive possession of the Yatton estates on the day you mention--namely, the 17th May next, on behalf of our client, Mr. t.i.tmouse; on whose behalf, also, we beg to thank you for your communication concerning the last quarter's rents.

"With reference to the question of the mesne profits, we cannot doubt that your client will promptly pursue the same line of honorable conduct which he has. .h.i.therto adopted; and sincerely trust that a good understanding in this matter will speedily exist between our respective clients.

"As you have intimated a wish upon the subject, we beg to inform you that we have given instructions for making out and delivering our bill herein.

"We are, Gentlemen, "Your obedient humble servants, "QUIRK, GAMMON, & SNAP.

"MESSRS. RUNNINGTON & CO."

Having finished writing the above letter, Gammon sat back in his chair, with folded arms, and entered upon a long train of thought--revolving many matters which were worthy of the profound consideration they then received.

When Gammon and t.i.tmouse returned to town from York, they were fortunate in having the inside of the coach to themselves for nearly the whole of the way--an opportunity which Gammon improved to the utmost, by deepening the impression he had already made in the mind of t.i.tmouse, of the truth of one great fact--namely, that he and his fortunes would quickly part company, if Gammon should at any time so will--which never would, however, come to pa.s.s, as long as t.i.tmouse recognized and deferred to the authority of Gammon in all things. In vain did t.i.tmouse inquire how this could be. Gammon was impenetrable, mysterious, authoritative; and at length enjoined t.i.tmouse to absolute secrecy concerning the existence of the fact in question, on pain of the infliction of those consequences to which I have already alluded. Gammon a.s.sured him that there were many plans and plots hatching against him (t.i.tmouse;) but that it was in his (Gammon's) power to protect him from them all. Gammon particularly enjoined him, moreover, to consult the feelings, and attend to the suggestions of Mr. Quirk, wherever Mr.

Gammon did not intimate to the contrary; and wound up all by telling him, that as he, Gammon, was the only person on earth--and this he really believed to be the case, as the reader may hereafter see--who knew the exact position of t.i.tmouse, so he had devoted himself for his life to the advancing and securing the interests of that fortunate gentleman.

For about a fortnight after their return, t.i.tmouse, at Gammon's instance, continued at his former lodgings; but at length complained so earnestly of their dismal quietude, and of their being out of the way of "_life_," that Gammon yielded to his wishes, and, together with Mr.

Quirk, consented to his removing to a central spot--in fact, to the CABBAGE-STALK HOTEL, Covent Garden--a queer enough name, to be sure; but it was the family name of a great wholesale green-grocer, who owned most of the property thereabouts. It was not without considerable uneasiness and anxiety that Messrs. Quirk and Snap beheld this change of residence, apprehensive that it might have the effect of estranging t.i.tmouse from them; but since Gammon a.s.sented to it, they had nothing for it but to acquiesce, considering t.i.tmouse's proximity to his splendid independence. They resolved, however, as far as in each of them lay, not to let themselves be forgotten by t.i.tmouse. Pending the rule for the new trial, Mr. Quirk had been so confident concerning the issue, that he greatly increased the allowance of t.i.tmouse; to an extent, indeed, which admitted of his entering into almost all the gayeties that his as yet scarce initiated heart could desire. In the first place, he constantly added to his wardrobe. Then he took lessons, every other day, in "the n.o.ble art of self-defence;" which gave him an opportunity of forming, with great ease, at once an extensive and brilliant circle of acquaintance. Fencing-rooms, wrestling-rooms, shooting-galleries, places for pigeon-shooting, c.o.c.k-fighting, dog-fighting, and billiard-rooms; the water, and boat-racing--these were the dazzling scenes which occupied the chief portion of each day. Then, in the evenings, there were theatres, great and small, the various taverns, and other places of nocturnal resort, which are the secret pride and glory of the metropolis. In addition to this, at an advanced period of the night, or rather very early hour in the morning, he sedulously strove to perfect himself in those higher arts and accomplishments, formerly excelled in by one or two of the more eminent of the youthful aristocracy, viz.

breaking windows, pulling bells, wrenching off knockers,[10]

extinguishing lamps, tripping up old women, watchmen, and children, and spoiling their clothes;--ah, how often in his humbler days, had his heart panted in n.o.ble rivalry of such feats as these, and emulation of the notoriety which they earned for the glittering miscreants excelling in them! Ah, t.i.tmouse, t.i.tmouse! Now is your time! _Macte nova virtute, puer!_

That he could long frequent such scenes as these without forming an extensive and varied acquaintance, would be a very unlikely thing to suppose; and there was one who would fain have joined him in his new adventures--one who, as I have already intimated, had initiated him into the scenes with which he was now becoming so familiar; I mean Snap, who had been at once his

"Guide, philosopher, and friend;"

but who now had fewer and fewer opportunities of a.s.sociating with him, inasmuch as his (Snap's) nose was continually "kept at the grindstone"

in Saffron Hill, to compensate for the lack of attention to the business of the office of his senior partners, owing to their incessant occupation with the affairs of t.i.tmouse. Still, however, he now and then contrived to remind t.i.tmouse of his (Snap's) existence, by sending him intimations of interesting trials at the Old Bailey and elsewhere, and securing him a good seat to view both the criminal and the spectators--often persons of the greatest rank, fashion, and beauty; for so it happened that, in this country, the more hideous the crime, the more intense the curiosity of the upper cla.s.ses of both s.e.xes to witness the miscreant perpetrator; the more disgusting the details, the greater the avidity with which they are listened to by the distinguished auditors;--the reason being plain, that, as they have exhausted the pleasures and excitements afforded by their own sphere of action and enjoyment, their palled and sated appet.i.tes require novel and more powerful stimulants. Hence, at length, we see "fashionables" peopling even the condemned cell--rushing, in excited groups, after the shuddering malefactor, staggering, half palsied, and with horror-laden eye, on his way to the gallows! As soon as old Quirk had obtained an inkling of t.i.tmouse's taste in these matters, he afforded him many opportunities of gratifying it. Once or twice the old gentleman succeeded in obtaining for him, even the gratification of shaking the cold and pinioned hands of wretches within a few minutes' time of their being led out for execution!

This is a brief and general account of the way in which t.i.tmouse pa.s.sed his time, and laid the groundwork of that solid, extensive, and practical acquaintance with men and things, which was requisite to enable him to occupy with dignity and advantage the splendid station to which he was on the point of being elevated.

But let us not lose sight of our early and interesting friends, the Tag-rags--a thing which both Quirk and Gammon resolved should not happen to t.i.tmouse: for, on the very first Sunday after his arrival in town from York, a handsome gla.s.s-coach might have been seen, about two o'clock in the afternoon, drawing up opposite to the gates of Satin Lodge; from which said coach, the door having been opened, presently descended Messrs. Quirk, Gammon, and t.i.tmouse. Now, the Tag-rags always dined at about two o'clock on Sundays; and, on the present occasion, Mr., Mrs., and Miss Tag-rag, together with a pretty constant visitor, the Reverend Dismal Horror, were sitting at their dinner-table discussing as savory a leg of roast pork, with apple-sauce, as could at once have tempted and satisfied the most fastidious and the most indiscriminating appet.i.te.

"Oh, ma!" exclaimed Miss Tag-rag, faintly, changing color, as she caught sight, through the blinds, of the approaching visitors--"if there isn't Mr. t.i.tmouse!" and almost dropping on the table her plate, in which, with an air of tender gallantry, pious Mr. Horror was in the act of depositing some greens, she flew out of the room, darted up-stairs, and in a trice was standing, with beating heart, before her gla.s.s, hastily twirling her ringlets round her trembling fingers, and making one or two slight alterations in her dress. Her papa and mamma started up at the same moment, hastily wiping their mouths on the corners of the table-cloth; and, after a hurried apology to their reverend and astounded guest, whom they begged "to go on eating till they came back"--they bounced into the little drawing-room, in just time enough to appear (as they thought) to have been seated there for some time; but they were both rather red in the face, and fl.u.s.tered in their manner.

Yet, how abortive was their attempt to disguise the truly disgraceful fact of their having been at dinner when their distinguished visitors arrived! For, firstly, the house was redolent of the odors of roast pork, sage and onion stuffing, and greens; secondly, the red-faced servant girl was peering round the corner of the kitchen stairs, as if watching an opportunity to whip off a small dinner tray that stood between the dining-room and drawing-room; and thirdly, the visitors caught a glimpse of the countenance of the reverend young guest, who was holding open the dining-room door just wide enough to enable him to see who pa.s.sed on to the drawing-room; for, in truth, the name which had escaped from the lips of Miss Tag-rag, was one which always excited unpleasant feelings in the breast of her spiritual-minded friend.

"Ah! Mr. and Mrs. Tag-rag! 'Pon my soul--glad to see you--and--hope you're all well?" commenced t.i.tmouse, with an air of easy confidence and grace. Mr. Gammon calmly introduced himself and Mr. Quirk.

"We were just going to sit down to--_lunch_," said Mr. Tag-rag, hurriedly.

"You won't take a little, will you, gentlemen?" inquired Mrs. Tag-rag, faintly; and both the worthy couple felt infinite relief on being a.s.sured that the great people "had already lunched." Neither Mr. nor Mrs. Tag-rag could take their eyes off Mr. t.i.tmouse, whose easy nonchalance convinced them that he must have been keeping the society of lords. He was just inquiring--as he ran his hand through his hair, and gently smacked his slight ebony cane against his leg--after Miss Tag-rag, when, pale and agitated, and holding in her hand a pocket-handkerchief, which she had first suffused with musk and bergamot, designed to overcome so much of the vulgar odor of dinner as might be lingering about _her_--that interesting young lady entered.

t.i.tmouse rose and received her in a familiar, forward manner; she turning white and red by turns. She looked such a shrivelled little ugly formal creature, that t.i.tmouse conceived quite a hatred of her, through recollecting that he had once thought such an inferior piece of goods superfine! Old Quirk and Tag-rag, every now and then, cast distrustful glances at each other; but Gammon kept all in a calm flow of small talk, which at length restored those whom they had come to see, to something like self-possession. As for Mr. Quirk, the more he looked at Miss Tag-rag, the more pride and satisfaction he felt in reflecting upon the unfavorable contrast she must present, in t.i.tmouse's eyes, to Miss Quirk. After a little further conversation, princ.i.p.ally concerning the brilliant success of t.i.tmouse, Mr. Quirk came to the business of the day, and invited Mr., Mrs., and Miss Tag-rag to dinner at Alibi House, on the ensuing Sunday, at six o'clock--apologizing for the absence of Miss Quirk, on the score of indisposition--she being at the time in the highest possible state of health. Mrs. Tag-rag was on the point of saying something deprecatory of their dining out on Sunday, as contrary to their rule; but a sudden recollection of the earthly interests she might peril by so doing, aided by a fearfully significant glance from Mr. Tag-rag, restrained her. The invitation was, therefore, accepted in a very obsequious manner; and soon afterwards their great visitors took their departure, leaving Mr. and Mrs. and Miss Tag-rag in a state of very great excitement. Goodness! could there be a doubt that there must be some very potent attraction at Satin Lodge to bring thither t.i.tmouse, after all that had occurred? And where could reside the point of that attraction, but in Miss Tag-rag?

As soon as their visitors' gla.s.s-coach had driven off--its inmates laughing heartily at the people they had just quitted--Mr., Mrs., and Miss Tag-rag returned to the dining-table, like suddenly disturbed fowl returning to their roost, when the disturbance has ceased. Profuse were their apologies to Mr. Horror; not aware, however, that he had improved the opportunity afforded by their absence, to recruit his exhausted energies with a couple of gla.s.ses of port wine from a decanter which stood on the sideboard--a circ.u.mstance which he did not deem important enough to mention. Vehemently suspecting as he did, what was the state of things with reference to Mr. t.i.tmouse and Miss Tag-rag, it was somewhat of a trial of temper to the exemplary young pastor--and calculated to interfere grievously with the preparation for his evening duties--to have to listen, for the remainder of the afternoon, to the praises of t.i.tmouse, and speculations concerning the immensity of his fortune--matters, indeed, (in his pious estimation,) _of the earth_, _earthy_. In vain did the worthy minister strive, every now and then, to divert the current of conversation into a more profitable channel--_i.

e._ towards himself; all he said was evidently lost upon her for whose ear it was intended. She was in a revery, and often sighed. The princ.i.p.al figures before her mind's eye were--t.i.tTLEBAT t.i.tMOUSE, ESQUIRE, and THE REV. DISMAL HORROR. The latter was about twenty-six, (he had been "called to the work of the ministry" in his sixteenth year;) short in stature; his face slightly pitted with small-pox; his forehead narrow; his eyes cold and watery; no eyebrows or whiskers; high cheek-bones; his short dark hair combed primly forward over each temple, and twisted into a sort of topknot in front; he wore no shirt-collar, but had a white neck-handkerchief tied very formally, and was dressed in an ill-made suit of black. He spoke in a drawling, canting tone; and his countenance was overspread with a demure expression of--CUNNING, _trying to look religious_. Then he was always talking about himself, and his chapel, and the devil, and the bottomless pit, and the number of souls which he had saved, and the number of those whom he knew were d.a.m.ned, and many more who certainly would be d.a.m.ned; and other cheerful and interesting matters of that sort, intrusted--it would seem--to his confidential keeping. All this might be very well in its way, began to think Miss Tag-rag--but it was possible to choke a dog with pudding. Poor girl, can you wonder at her dwelling fondly upon the image of t.i.tmouse? So splendidly dressed, so handsome, such a fashionable air, and with--ten thousand a-year! When she put all these things together, it almost looked like a dream; such good fortune could never be in store for a poor simple girl like herself. Yet there was such a thing as--love at first sight! After tea they all walked down to Mr. Horror's meeting-house. It was very crowded; and it was remarked that the eloquent young preacher had never delivered a more impa.s.sioned sermon from that pulpit: it was sublime. Oh, how bitterly he denounced "worldly-mindedness!" What a vivid picture he drew of the flourishing green bay-tree of the wicked, suddenly blasted in the moment of its pride and strength; while the righteous should shine like stars in the firmament forever and ever! Who cannot see here shadowed out the characters of t.i.tmouse and of Horror respectively?--who hesitate between the two? And when at length, the sermon over, he sat down in his pulpit, (the congregation also sitting and singing, which had a somewhat queer effect,) and drew gracefully across his damp forehead his white pocket-handkerchief, which had been given him by Miss Tag-rag; and looked with an air of most interesting languor and exhaustion towards Mr. Tag-rag's pew, where sat that young lamb of his flock--Miss Tag-rag--her father the wealthiest man in the congregation, and she his only child--he felt a most lively and tender interest in her welfare--her spiritual welfare, and resolved to call the next morning; entertaining an humble hope of finding that his zealous labors had not been in vain, that he had not missed the mark at which he had been secretly aiming! Was one fruit of the pious pastor's exertions the benignant temper which Tag-rag, to the amazement of his shopmen, evinced the next morning, for at least an hour? Would that the like good effects had been visible in Mrs. and Miss Tag-rag; but--alas that I should have to record it!--it was so far otherwise, that they laid aside some fancy-fair work on which Mr. Horror had set them--for the whole week, devoting it, instead, to the preparation of those dresses with which they purposed the profanation of the ensuing Sunday.

That day at length arrived, and precisely at six o'clock a genteel fly deposited the visitants from Satin Lodge at the splendid entrance to Alibi House. There was the big footman--shoulder-knot, red breeches, and all. Tag-rag felt a _little_ nervous. Before they had entered the gates, the fond proud parents had kissed their trembling daughter, and entreated her "to keep her spirits up!" The exhortation was needful; for when she saw the sort of style that awaited them, she became not a little agitated. When she entered the hall--ah! on a chair lay a glossy new hat, and a delicate ebony walking-stick; so he had come--was then up-stairs!--Miss Tag-rag trembled in every limb.

"I don't know, my dear," whispered Mrs. Tag-rag to her husband, with a subdued sigh, as they followed the splendid footman up-stairs,--"it may be all uncommon grand; but somehow I'm afraid we're doing wrong--it's the Lord's Day--see if any good comes of it."

"Tut--hold your tongue! Let's have no nonsense," sternly whispered Mr.

Tag-rag to his submissive wife.

"Your name, sir?" quoth the footman, in a sort of gentlemanly way.

"Mr., Mrs., and Miss Tag-rag," replied Mr. Tag-rag, after clearing his throat; and so they were announced, Miss Quirk coming forward to receive the ladies with the most charming affability. There stood t.i.tmouse, in an easy att.i.tude, with his hands stuck into his coat-pockets, and resting on his hips, in a very delicate and elegant fashion. How completely he seemed at his ease!

"Oh Lord!" thought the almost trembling Tag-rag, "that's the young fellow I used to go on so to!"

In due time dinner was announced; and who can describe the rapture that thrilled through the bosoms of the three Tag-rags, when Mr. Quirk requested Mr. t.i.tmouse to take down--Miss Tag-rag!! Her father took down Mrs. Alias; Mr. Quirk, Mrs. Tag-rag; and Gammon, Miss Quirk. She really might have been proud of her partner. Gammon was about thirty-six years old; above the average height; with a very easy, calm, gentlemanly appearance and address, and an intellectual and even handsome countenance; though it occasionally exhibited, to a keen observer, a sinister expression. He wore a blue coat, a plain white waistcoat, (not disfigured by any glistening fiddle-faddle of pins, chains, or quizzing-gla.s.ses,) black trousers, and plain black silk stockings. There was at once an appearance of neatness and carelessness; and there was such a ready smile--such a bland ease and self-possession about him--as communicated itself to those whom he addressed. I hardly know, Mr.

Gammon, why I have thus noticed so particularly your outward appearance.

It certainly, on the occasion I am describing, struck me much; but there are such things as _whited walls_ and _painted sepulchres_!

Dinner went off very pleasantly, the wines soon communicating a little confidence to the fl.u.s.tered guests. Mrs. Tag-rag had drunk so much champagne--an unusual beverage for her--that almost as soon as she had returned to the drawing-room, she sat down on the sofa and fell asleep, leaving the two young ladies to amuse each other as best they might; for Mrs. Alias was very deaf, and moreover very stiff and distant, and sat looking at them in silence. To return to the dining-room for a moment.

'T was quite delightful to see the sort of friendship that seemed to grow up between Quirk and Tag-rag, as their heads got filled with wine; at the same time each of them half unconsciously drawing closer and closer to t.i.tmouse, who sat between them--volubility itself. They soon dropped all disguise--each plainly under the impression that the other could not, or did not, observe him; and at length, impelled by their overmastering motives, they became so barefaced in their sycophancy--evidently forgetting that Gammon was present--that he could several times, with only the utmost difficulty, refrain from bursting into laughter at the earnest devotion with which these two worshippers of the little golden calf strove to attract the attention of their divinity, and recommend themselves to its favor.

At length the four gentlemen repaired to the drawing-room, whence issued the sounds of music; and on entering, they beheld the two lovely performers seated at the piano, engaged upon a duet. The plump flaxen-haired Miss Quirk, in her flowing white muslin dress, her thick gold chain and ma.s.sive bracelets, formed rather a strong contrast to her sallow skinny little companion, in a span-new slate-colored silk dress, with staring scarlet sash; her long corkscrew ringlets glistening in bear's grease; and as for their performance, Miss Quirk played boldly and well through her part, a smile of contempt now and then beaming over her countenance at the ridiculous incapacity of her companion. As soon as the gentlemen made their appearance the ladies ceased, and withdrew from the piano, Miss Tag-rag, with a sweet air of simplicity and conscious embarra.s.sment, gliding towards the sofa, where sat her mamma asleep, but whom she at once awoke. Mr. Quirk exclaimed, as evidently elevated with wine, he slapped his daughter on her fat back, "Ah, Dora, my dove!" while Tag-rag kissed his daughter's cheek, and squeezed her hand, and then glanced with a proud and delighted air at t.i.tmouse, who was lolling at full length upon the other sofa, picking his teeth. While Miss Quirk was making tea, Gammon gayly conversing with her, and in an undertone satirizing Miss Tag-rag, the latter young lady was gazing, with a timid air, at the various elegant nick-nacks scattered upon the tables and slabs. One of these consisted of a pretty little box, about a foot square, with a gla.s.s lid, through which she saw the contents; and they not a little surprised her. They were pieces of cord; and on looking at one of the sides of the box, she read with a sudden shudder,--"_With these cords were tied the hands of Arthur Grizzlegut, executed for high treason, 1st May 18--. Presented, as a mark of respect, to Caleb Quirk, Esq., by J---- K----._" Poor Miss Tag-rag recoiled from the box as if she had seen it filled with writhing adders.

She took an early opportunity, however, of calling her father's attention to it; and he p.r.o.nounced it a "most inte_rest_ing object," and fetched Mrs. Tag-rag to see it. She agreed, first, with her daughter; and then with her husband. Quietly pushing her investigations, Miss Tag-rag by-and-by beheld a large and splendidly bound volume--in fact, Miss Quirk's alb.u.m; and, after turning over most of the leaves, and glancing over the "poetical effusions" and "prose sentiments" which few fools can abstain from depositing upon the embossed pages, when solicited by the lovely proprietresses of such works, behold--her heart fluttered--poor Miss Tag-rag almost dropped the magnificent volume; for there was the idolized name of Mr. t.i.tmouse appended to some beautiful poetry--no doubt his own handwriting and composition. She read it over eagerly again and again:--

"t.i.ttlebat t.i.tmouse Is My name, England Is My Nation, London Is My Dwelling-Place, And Christ Is My Salvation."

How exquisite--how touching its simplicity! She looked anxiously about for writing implements! but not seeing any, was at length obliged to trust to her memory; on which, indeed, the remarkable composition was already inscribed in indelible characters. Miss Quirk, who was watching her movements, guessed the true cause of her excitement; and a smile of mingled scorn and pity for her infatuated delusion shone upon her face; in which, however, there appeared a little anxiety when she beheld t.i.tmouse--(she did not perceive that he did so in consequence of a motion from Gammon, whose eye governed his movements as a man's those of his spaniel)--walk up to her, and converse with a great appearance of interest. At length Mr. Tag-rag's "carriage" was announced. Mr. Quirk gave his arm to Mrs. Tag-rag, and Mr. t.i.tmouse to the daughter; who endeavored, as she went down the stairs, to direct melting glances at her handsome and distinguished companion. They evidently _told_, for she could not be mistaken; he certainly once or twice squeezed her arm--and the last fond words he uttered to her were, "'Pon my soul--it's early; devilish sorry your going--hope you've enjoyed yourself!" As the Tag-rags drove home, they were all loud in the praises of those whose splendid hospitality they had been enjoying. Possessing a daughter, for whom Quirk must naturally have wished to make so splendid a match as that with t.i.tmouse--but who was plainly engaged to Mr. Gammon--how kind and disinterested was Mr. Quirk, in affording every encouragement in his power to the pa.s.sion which t.i.tmouse had so manifestly conceived for Miss Tag-rag! And was there ever so delightful a person as Gammon? How cordially he had shaken the hands of each of them at parting! As for Miss Tag-rag, she felt that if her heart had not been so deeply engaged to t.i.tmouse, she could have loved Mr. Gammon!

"I hope, Tabby," said Mrs. Tag-rag, with subdued excitement, as they rattled homeward, "that when you're Mrs. t.i.tmouse, you'll bring your dear husband to hear Mr. Horror? You know, we ought to be grateful to the Lord--for He has done it!"

"La, ma, how can I tell?" quoth Miss Tag-rag, petulantly. "I must go where Mr. t.i.tmouse chooses, of course; and no doubt he'll take sittings in one of the West End churches; you know, _you_ go where _pa_ goes--_I_ go where t.i.tmouse goes! But I _will_ come sometimes, too--if it's only to show that I'm not above it, you know. La, what a stir there will be!

The three Miss Knipps--I do so hope they'll be there! I'll have your pew, ma, lined with red velvet; it will look so genteel."

"I'm not quite so sure, Tabby, though," interrupted her father, with a certain swell of manner, "that we shall, after a certain event, continue to live in these parts. There's such a thing as retiring from business, Tabby; besides, we shall nat'rally wish to be near you!"

"He's a _love_ of a man, pa, isn't he?" interrupted Miss Tag-rag, with irrepressible excitement. Her father folded her in his arms. They could hardly believe that they had reached Satin Lodge. That respectable structure, somehow or other, now looked to the eyes of all of them shrunk into most contemptible dimensions; and they quite turned up their noses, involuntarily, on entering the little pa.s.sage. What was it to the s.p.a.cious and splendid residence which they had quitted? And what, in all probability, could _that_ be to the mansion--or any one, perhaps, of the several mansions--to which Mr. t.i.tmouse would be presently ent.i.tled, and--in his right--some one else?

Miss Tag-rag said her prayers that evening very briefly--pausing for an instant to consider, whether she might in plain terms pray that she might soon become Mrs. t.i.tmouse; but the bare thought of such an event so excited her, that in a sort of confused whirl of delightful feeling, she suddenly jumped into bed, and slept scarce a wink all night long.