shall be no quarrelling in that room as long as I'm in the chair!"


"Well, at any rate you'll stand my friend?"

"You know I will," answered the other. "You are honourable, and I
like you better than Eglantine. I trust you more than Eglantine,
sir. You're more of a man than Eglantine, though you ARE a tailor;
and I wish with all my heart you may get Morgiana. Mrs. C. goes the
other way, I know: but I tell you what, women will go their own
ways, sir, and Morgy's like her mother in this point, and depend
upon it, Morgy will decide for herself."

Mr. Woolsey presently went home, still persisting in his plan for
the assassination of Eglantine. Mr. Crump went to bed very quietly,
and snored through the night in his usual tone. Mr. Eglantine
passed some feverish moments of jealousy, for he had come down to
the club in the evening, and had heard that Morgiana was gone to the
play with his rival. And Miss Morgiana dreamed, of a man who was-
-must we say it?--exceedingly like Captain Howard Walker. "Mrs.
Captain So-and-so!" thought she. "Oh, I do love a gentleman
dearly!"

And about this time, too, Mr. Walker himself came rolling home from
the "Regent," hiccupping. "Such hair!--such eyebrows!--such eyes!
like b-b-billiard-balls, by Jove!'



CHAPTER II.