214 LIFE OF MYTTON. 



present, and something very like a tragedy succeeds 

 to it. Poor Mytton was, a few days after, again 

 arrested for 200/., being the amount of the score lie 

 had run up at a certain French hotel in London, 

 where himself and his partner had been sojourning 

 after the bargain had been struck on the bridge, and 

 Irom whence he had been obliged to bolt in a hurry, 

 as the bailiffs were in the house in pursuit of him. 

 But the landlord being a Frenchman, had recourse to 

 the privileges of a Frenchman, and I was once more 

 pained by seeing my friend looking through the bars 

 of a French prison window. Here he was suffered 

 to remain — the why and the wherefore can only be 

 answered by his solicitors in London, as the sale of 

 his estates had been completed — iox fourtecii days ; on 

 the thirteenth day, I thought it my duty to inform 

 his mother of his situation ; and in four days from 

 the date of my letter she was in Calais. It would be 

 painful to me to relate, as well as to my readers to 

 be made acquainted with, a detail of the acts and 

 deeds of this unhappy man during the rest of the time 

 he spent in Calais, where his mother remained to pro- 

 tect him as far as it was in her power to do so. But 

 it was brandy, brandy, brandy, morning, noon, and 

 night, which of course drove him to madness ; and a 



