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About dusk Sir Peter arrived fro Warned by the rattle of wheels fro through the curtains, I saw the la and heard the trample of our horses on the stable floor; and presently, as I expected, Sir Peter ca of my hair to admit the master of the house He caraceful ant carelessness which we call perfection, so strikingly unobtrusive was his dress, so faultless and unstudied his bearing

There was no dust upon hih he had driven miles; his clean skin was cool and pleasantly tinted with the sun of summer, spotless his lace at cuff and throat, and the buckles flashed at stock and knee and shoe as he passed through the candle-light to lay a familiar hand upon my shoulder

"What's new, Carus?" he asked, and his voice had ever that pleasant undertone of laughter which endears "You villain, have you beenof Mr Renault, Mr Renault, Mr Renault ere I had set foot in my own hallway? It was indecent, I tell you--not a word for me, civil or otherwise, not a question how I had 'scaped the Skinners at Kingsbridge--only a flutter of ribbons and a pair of pretty hands to kiss, and 'Oh, Cousin Coleville! Is Mr Renault kin tofreely bantered hie at first acquaintance Was I bold, cousin?--but if you only kne he tempted me--and he is kin to you, is he not?--and you are Cousin Betty's husband' 'God-a-ue and a villain I sha ruffler, a-raking it from the Out-Ward to Jew Street! Madaht to attract you in the company of this monument of foppery known as Carus Renault?'"

"Did you truly say that, Sir Peter?" I asked, wincing while rew hot

"Say it? I did not say it, I bellowed it!" He shrugged his shoulders and took snuff with an air "The reeable," he observed; "why?--God knows!"

"I had not thought so," I said, inat his words

"Oh--had not thought so!" hethe array of perfu irons "Carus, you shameless rake, you've robbed all Queen Street! Essence, poe, French powder! By Heaven, man, do you mean to take the lady by storn of the Rose'? Here, have your man leave those two puffs above the ears; curl them loosely--that's it! Now tie that queue-ribbon soberly; leave the flamboyant papillon style to those damned Lafayettes and Rochambeaux! Now dust your master, Dennis, and fetch a muslinet waistcoat--the silver tambour one Gad, Carus, I'd uinea a head--eh?"