212 LIFE OF MYTTON. 



instanter to the landlord ; and the following- day 

 found him in Boulogne gaol. Also luckily for him, 

 his agent arrived the same day ; but his creditor 

 had previously agreed to release him, on an under- 

 taking from Mr. Roberts, of the Royal Hotel, and 

 myself, to bring him back to Calais. The distraining 

 landlord has since paid the debt of nature ; but he 

 was quite free from blame with regard to the steps he 

 pursued ; and Mr. Mytton was kind as usual to him 

 on his return. 



Shortly after this, Mr. Mytton and his chere amie 

 took their departure for Lisle; but what they did at 

 Lisle I did not trouble myself to inquire. Their re- 

 turn to Calais, however, forms another interesting 

 scene in this — I know not what to call it, but perhaps 

 the ancient Greeks would have called it hpajxa rov 

 ^lov, or co7iiedy of life. Just as I was sitting down to 

 dinner one evening of a very hot day in August, I 

 espied a person at the bottom of my avenue, ap- 

 proaching my house on foot. " Is it possible," said 

 I, "that person can be Mytton?" Mytton, how- 

 ever, it was ; and shall I ever forget the state he was 

 in — shirtless, waistcoatless, neckclothless, with his 

 trousers and coat stained with blood, as well as in a 

 state of very great exhaustion from fatigue. Now 



