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"Ha--I feared so!" said Mr Sarments clasped in his arms "Steady! There, lean on me--I'll have

you back into bed in a jiffy"

"Bed!" snorted Barnabas, scowling down at hiht as a trivet in a e me with my

shirt"

So, with a little difficulty, despite Mr Smivvle's ready aid,

Barnabas proceeded to invest himself in his clothes; which done, he

paced to and fro across the cha in his returning strength

"And so you are going to America?" inquired Barnabas, as he sank

into a chair, a little wearily

"I sail for New York in three days' time, sir"

"But what of your place in Worcestershire?"

"Gone, sir," said Mr S to feel for his whisker

"Historic place, though devilish dahty--will echo to the

tread of a Sht, sir--oh dean Barnabas, a little aardly, "are

you--have you--"

"Sir, I have enough to begin with--in A, sir But I couldn't go without thanking you on

behalf of-- he is precluded frorief to me--to lose