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gate below Arnesby ; whose wife it was Jem Trevor 

 had run away with ; and whether Schwartzenbergh 

 was going to marry Lady Ellenborough, or if it was 

 true that he had got the emperor to forbid it. 



Some of the old hands were beginning to talk about 

 going home, and many of the young ones were order- 

 ing broiled bones and deviled lobsters, mulled Bur- 

 gundy or iced hock, to be prepared in the dining-room, 

 with a passing remark that it would not much matter 

 if there should be a spice of headache the next morn- 

 ing, as it was Sunday and there would be nothing 

 to do. 



" Quite right," said Alvanley laughing, as he got up 

 from his whist-table, and pocketed Lambton's sover- 

 eigns, " quite right Charley ; for my own part, I find 

 it vastly improving, as the Methodists call it, to have 

 a little headache on Sunday morning; it promotes re- 

 pentance so much, and I make it a practice always to 

 repent on Sundays. I think, in fact, that the bishops 

 ought to have it seriously recommended. I'll speak 

 to Sydney Smith about it, when I see him next." 



"About what, my lord?" said a tall, elegantly 

 shaped, slender man, whose black coat, though it was 

 cut in rather sporting style, pro\^ed his cloth ; and 

 who was no other than that splendid horseman, and 

 yet more splendid whip, Algernon Peyton, Rector of 

 Fen Drayton. "It is something new for you to med- 

 dle with church matters, since the bishops refused to 

 concentrate the Sundays for you. What do you want 

 the bench of incurables to recommend now?" 



" Only getting drunk on Saturday nights," cried 

 Jardinier, with a rude, coarse laugh, "in order to 

 promote repentance on Sunday mornings ; what do you 

 think of it, most reverend?" 



"I don't think it would do at all," said Chesliire, 

 who had been standing stupidly, and half sulkily, lis- 

 tening without speaking, suddenly giving tongue. 



