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Hereupon the o of his shirt-frill, bows

to Barnabas and, tossing off his wine, sits down a chorus of "Beverley! Beverley!"

accolasses

And now, in their turn, divers other noble gentlemen rise in their

places and deliver themselves of speeches, more or less eloquent,

flowery, witty and laudatory, but, one and all, full of the name and

excellences of Barnabas Beverley, Esquire; who duly learns that he

is a Maecenas of Fashion, a sportsht, and one of the bulwarks of Old England, b'gad! etc, etc, etc

To all of which he listens with varying e for the letter so long expected But

the time is colasses are filled; even the waiters becouest of the evening rises, a little

flushed, a little nervous, yet steady of eye

And as Barnabas stands there, an elegant figure, tall and graceful,

all eyes ain the excellent fit of that wonderful coat,

its dashing cut and flattened revers, while all ears await his words

But, or ever he can speak, upon this silence is heard the tread of

heavy feet beyond the door and Barnabas glances there eagerly, ever

mindful of the letter froh, he begins: "My Lords and gentlemen! So much am I conscious of the profound

honor you do ain a disturbance is heard at the door--a shuffle of feet