No man would have thought there was anythink in such a trifling
cirkumstance; master did, though, and pounced upon it like a cock
on a barlycorn.

He sent me out to Mr. Morell's in Pickledilly, for wot's called a
Strasbug-pie--in French, a "patty defau graw." He takes a card,
and nails it on the outside case (patty defaw graws come generally
in a round wooden box, like a drumb); and what do you think he
writes on it? why, as follos:--"For the Honorable Algernon Percy
Deuceace, &c. &c. &c. With Prince Talleyrand's compliments."

Prince Tallyram's complimints, indeed! I laff when I think of it,
still, the old surpint! He WAS a surpint, that Deuceace, and no
mistake.

Well, by a most extrornary piece of ill-luck, the nex day
punctially as Mr. Dawkinses brexfas was coming UP the stairs, Mr.
Halgernon Percy Deuceace was going DOWN. He was as gay as a lark,
humming an Oppra tune, and twizzting round his head his hevy gold-
headed cane. Down he went very fast, and by a most unlucky axdent
struck his cane against the waiter's tray, and away went Mr.
Dawkinses gril, kayann, kitchup, soda-water and all! I can't think
how my master should have choas such an exact time; to be sure, his
windo looked upon the court, and he could see every one who came
into our door.

As soon as the axdent had took place, master was in such a rage as,
to be sure, no man ever was in befor; he swoar at the waiter in the
most dreddfle way; he threatened him with his stick, and it was