178 THE FLORAL TELEGRAPH. 
nurse (what an exchange for those 
of Floribel !) to make any observa¬ 
tion. So, when I was again laid 
down, I determined to preserve my 
silence. 
After my worthy and esteemed 
friend, my backgammon - playing- 
parson, had finished his hit, not ever 
expecting to be again taken up, at 
least, by me; my nephew, with a 
badly-imitated sigh, whimpered out, 
“ And so, gentlemen, you are sure 
that my honoured, and ever-to-be- 
venerated, though-never-sufficiently- 
to-be-appreciated uncle, left no will, 
document, or paper of any sort ? ” 
“ None whatever, to my know- 
