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cognisance, he assured me he would be able to 

 locate his bedroom. 



Linked arm-in-arm, the one fully dressed and 

 equipped with heavy boots, the other in pyjamas 

 and bare feet, we made our way down the long 

 passage which stretched away in gloomy perspec- 

 tive from our door. The wretch of a Duke, now in 

 his element, meanwhile danced a war-dance in our 

 rear, to show his appreciation of the edifying 

 spectacle which our retreating figures afforded him 

 as we cannoned from wall to wall. Here and there, 

 indeed, we thudded heavily against the door of a 

 bedroom in our unstable career, even causing the 

 inmate to cautiously peep out in order to discover 

 the purport of the disturbance. 



The Duke subsequently culled much joy from 

 the fact that in the rumours, launched abroad on 

 the following day, it was never quite clearly under- 

 stood whether both of the midnight walkers had 

 been spending a hilarious evening ; or, if only one, 

 which of the two was the guide, and which the 

 culprit. 



