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"So you were protecting a lady, were you, Iood ter lin' an' a-tryin' to kiss

'er--when I 'eered 'er cry out--I came in froo de winder, an' I kicked

'iravely, "you are forgetting your aitches!

And so Sir Mortimer's friend kissed her, did he? Mind your aitches

now!"

"Yes, m' lud; an' when Hi seen the tears hin her eyes--"

"Now you arethem, Imp!--tears in her eyes Well?"

"Why then I kicked hiive me this

'ere"

"And as Sir Mortientleman, wot s; "and with a scar upon one

cheek?"

"Yes, m'lud"

His Lordship frowned "That would be Chichester," said he

thoughtfully "Noonder what the devil should bring that fellow

so far froolden curls, "I kind of

'specks there's a woenerally

is"

"Hum!" said the Viscount

"'Sides, m' lud, I 'eard 'im talkin' 'bout a lady to S' Mortimer!"

"Did they mention her name?"

"The sleepy one 'e did, m' lud Jist as S' Morti you luck wi' the lovely Meredyth,' 'e sez"

"Meredith!" exclaimed the Viscount