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Millard's company/' &c., &c. No, this was quite 

 different. Such a hand ! However, I soon 

 mastered its contents, which ran thus : 



" DEAR HARRY, I'm off on a spree to France 

 and take one horse with me. Come, like a good 

 fellow. Shall be at King's Cross Station this 

 afternoon at 2.40 ; meet me there. I'll put up 

 with you till we start. Get some French money, 

 and a dictionary ; also, the silk jacket, breeks, 

 and tops. You must take Salt Fish. I've been 

 getting up my French, and can parkz vous like 

 winking. Now, 0-re-vor. Ever yours, 



" GEORGE DEBENHAM." 



Get ready the silk jacket and tops, and take- 

 Salt Fish. What is the fellow up to ? Hang 

 it, though, I mentally exclaimed, I'll go ; just 

 the thing. I should have cut my throat of ennui 

 if I had remained here another week. Just the 

 thing, by jingo ! and come in the nick of time 

 to save this child from suicide. " James, get 

 ready the spare bedroom, Mr. Debenham will 

 be here to-day, and have all my things packed, 

 and your own, too. We're off to France in a 

 day or so ; and mind, let us have dinner at six, 



