winder, and me and my emporium as free as hair?"

"You don't say so? Is Queen Anne dead? and has she left you a
fortune? or what's the luck in the wind now?"

"It's better than Queen Anne, or anybody dying. What should you say
to seeing in that very place where Mossrose now sits (hang him!)-
-seeing the FINEST HEAD OF 'AIR NOW IN EUROPE? A woman, I tell
you--a slap-up lovely woman, who, I'm proud to say, will soon be
called Mrs. Heglantine, and will bring me five thousand pounds to
her fortune."

"Well, Tiny, this IS good luck indeed. I say, you'll be able to do
a bill or two for ME then, hay? You won't forget an old friend?"

"That I won't. I shall have a place at my board for you, Capting;
and many's the time I shall 'ope to see you under that ma'ogany."

"What will the French milliner say? She'll hang herself for
despair, Eglantine."

"Hush! not a word about 'ER. I've sown all my wild oats, I tell
you. Eglantine is no longer the gay young bachelor, but the sober
married man. I want a heart to share the feelings of mine. I want
repose. I'm not so young as I was: I feel it."

"Pooh! pooh! you are--you are--"

"Well, but I sigh for an 'appy fireside; and I'll have it."