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"Oh--hif you please, sir!"

Barnabas started, and looking about, presently espied a figure in

the shadow of the osiers; a very sure, upon whose dilittered under the moon

"Why--it's Milo of Crotona!" said Cleone

"Yes, my lady--hif you please, it are," answered Milo of Crotona,

touching the peak of his leather cap

"But--what are you doing here? How did you knohere to find us?"

"'Cause as I came up the drive, ether,--so I followed you, I did, m'lady"

"Followed us?" repeated Cleone rather faintly "Oh!"

"And then--when I seen you slip, ht as 'ow I'd

better--wait a bit So I waited, I did" And here, again, Milo

of Crotona touched the peak of his cap, and looked fro loveliness with eyes wide and profoundly

innocent,--a very cherub in top-boots, only his buttons (Ah, his

buttons!) seemed to leer and wink one to another, as much as to say:

"Oh yes! Of course! to--be--sure?"

"And what brings you so far from London?" inquired Barnabas, rather

hurriedly

"Coach, sir,--box seat, sir!"

"And you brought your master with you, of course,--is the Viscount

here?"

"No,unfit to

travel--"