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"His Viscountess!" repeated Barnabas, staring, "do you mean that the

Viscount is--actually married?"

"'T ain't my fault, sir--no fear, it ain't 'E went and done it be'ind

as ever was, 'e did I didn't know nothin' about it

till it was too late, 'e done it unbeknownst to me, sir, 'e did, an'

she done it too a' course, an' the Yurl went an' 'elped 'em to do it,

'e did So did the Cap'n, and the Doochess an' Lady Cleone--they all

'elped 'eoin' into the country,

to Deven'aoin' wiv 'em--an' they're a-drivin' over to

see you, sir, in 'is Ludship's noo phayton--an' that's all--no,

it ain't though"

"What more, Imp?"

"Why, as they all come away from the church--where they'd been

a-doin' of it, sir--I met the little, old Doochess in 'er coach, an'

she see me, too 'Why it's the little Giant!' she sez 'Best respex,

ot Lady Cleone wiv 'er--a fine,

'igh-steppin', 'andsooin', Giant?' sez the Doochess 'I'oin' to drop

in on Mr Bev'ley, ive 'iet 'is pride and 'is

selfishness,' she sez,--an' she give ain,

she did An' then--jest as the coach was a-drivin' off t'other

'un--the young 'un, give me this 'For Mr Bev'ley,' she sez in a

whisper, and--here it be, sir"