desired to be shown to bed, and walked as well as he could (for, to
say truth, the noble Count was by this time somewhat unsteady on his
legs) to his chamber. It was Mrs. Score who showed him to it, and
closed the curtains, and pointed triumphantly to the whiteness of
the sheets.

"It's a very comfortable room," said she, "though not the best in
the house; which belong of right to your Lordship's worship; but our
best room has two beds, and Mr. Corporal is in that, locked and
double-locked, with his three tipsy recruits. But your honour will
find this here bed comfortable and well-aired; I've slept in it
myself this eighteen years."

"What, my good woman, you are going to sit up, eh? It's cruel hard
on you, madam."

"Sit up, my Lord? bless you, no! I shall have half of our Cat's
bed; as I always do when there's company." And with this Mrs. Score
curtseyed and retired.

Very early the next morning the active landlady and her bustling
attendant had prepared the ale and bacon for the Corporal and his
three converts, and had set a nice white cloth for the Captain's
breakfast. The young blacksmith did not eat with much satisfaction;
but Mr. Bullock and his friend betrayed no sign of discontent,
except such as may be consequent upon an evening's carouse. They
walked very contentedly to be registered before Doctor Dobbs, who
was also justice of the peace, and went in search of their slender
bundles, and took leave of their few acquaintances without much
regret: for the gentlemen had been bred in the workhouse, and had