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"Indeed, sir," said the Viscount, in a tone of faint surprise, and

beckoning a passing ostler, ordered out his curricle

"As I say," repeated Mr Sain, "I have a friend, ratulate you," love

"A friend who has frequently spoken of your Lordship--"

"Very kind of hih my name is not familiar, I think you

will remember his; the nath discovered his whisker, gave it a fierce twirl,--

"Ronald Barrymaine"

The Viscount's slove tore

in his fingers; so he s it off,

tossed it away

"Hum?" said he, "I seem to have heard some such naht and sood-by, , the Viscount shook hands, climbed into his curricle,

and, with a flourish of his whip, was off and away in afellow, that!" exclai up! by heaven, a Blood, sir! a Tippy!

a Go! a regular Dash! High, sir, high, dah, like my friend

Barrymaine,--indeed, you may have reet, I have never reat pity! You'd like him, for Barrymaine is a

cursed fine fellow in spite of the Jews, daht to