"Charles," says my master to me, about an hour afterwards, "I'm
going to Paris; you may come, too, if you please."




FORING PARTS.


It was a singular proof of my master's modesty, that though he had
won this andsome sum of Mr. Dawkins, and was inclined to be as
extravygant and osntatious as any man I ever seed, yet, when he
determined on going to Paris, he didn't let a single frend know of
all them winnings of his; didn't acquaint my Lord Crabs his father,
that he was about to leave his natiff shoars--neigh--didn't even so
much as call together his tradesmin, and pay off their little bills
befor his departure.

On the contry, "Chawles," said he to me, "stick a piece of paper on
my door," which is the way that lawyers do, "and write 'Back at
seven' upon it." Back at seven I wrote, and stuck it on our outer
oak. And so mistearus was Deuceace about his continental tour (to
all except me), that when the landriss brought him her account for
the last month (amountain, at the very least, to 2L. 10s.), master
told her to leave it till Monday morning, when it should be
properly settled. It's extrodny how ickonomical a man becomes,
when he's got five thousand lbs. in his pockit.

Back at 7 indeed! At 7 we were a-roalin on the Dover Road, in the
Reglator Coach--master inside, me out. A strange company of people