pressment, left the room with him in order to conduct him to the door with due honour.

"Look at the servile old rogue, worshipping that snob's £2,000 per annum," whispered Lawless; "we'll alter his tune before long. -Fascinating man, Mr. Brown, ma'am," he continued, addressing Mrs. Coleman.

"Yes, I'm glad you like him; he's a very good quiet young man, and constantly reminds me of my poor dear aunt Martha, who is a peaceful saint in Brixton churchyard, after this vale of tears, where we must all go, only she hadn't £2,000 a-year, though she was so lucky at short whist, always turning up honours when she liked."

"Trump of a partner she must have been, and no mistake!" said Lawless, enthusiastically. "I suppose she didn't leave the recipe behind her, ma'am?"

"No, Mr. Fairless, no! at least I never heard she did, though I've got a recipe of hers for cherry-brandy, which she was so fond of, and a very good one it is, poor thing! But Mr. Brown, you see, with his fortune, might look so much higher, that, as Mr. Coleman says, it's a chance she may never have again, and it would be madness to throw it away, in her circumstances too."

"Did Mr. Brown think of marrying your aunt, then, ma'am? asked Lawless, with an air of would-be innocence.

"No, my dear-I mean, Mr. Lawlegh, no-she died, and he went to Merchant Tailor's School together, that is in the same year; we were making it out last night—no, it's Lucy, poor dear, and a famous thing it is for her, only I'm afraid she can't bear the sight of him."

At this moment Mr. Coleman returned, and Lawless giving me a sly glance, accosted him with a face of the most perfect gravity, begging the favour of a few minutes' private conversation with him, a request which that gentleman, with a slight appearance of surprise, immediately granted, and they left the room together.

During their absence, good Mrs. Coleman confided to me, with much circumlocution, her own private opinion, that Lucy and Mr. Brown were by no means suited to each other, "because, you see, Mr. Fairless, my dear, Lucy's clever, and says sharp funny things that make one laugh, what they call piquante, you know, and poor Mr. Brown, he's very quiet and good-natured, but he's not used to that sort of thing; and she, what you call, laughs at him;" ending with a confession that she thought Freddy and Lucy were made for

each other, and that she had always hoped some day to see them married.

Dear, kind-hearted, puzzle-headed little woman! how I longed to comfort her, by giving her a glimpse behind the scenes! but it would have entailed certain ruin; she would have made confusion worse confounded of the best laid scheme that Machiavelli ever concocted.

When Lawless and Mr. Coleman returned from their tête-à-tête, it was easy to see, by the flattered but perplexed expression discernible in the countenance of the elder, and a grin of mischievous delight in that of the younger gentleman, that the stratagem had succeeded so far, and that a cloud had already shaded the fair hopes of the unconscious Mr. Lowe Brown.

“Ah—a—hem! my dear Mrs. Coleman," began her spouse, his usually pompous manner having gained an accession of dignity, which to those who guessed the cause of it was irresistibly absurd.

"A-hem-as I am, I believe, right in supposing Mr. Fairlegh is acquainted with the object of his friend's visit,-"

"All right, sir!" put in Lawless, "Go ahead."

"And as I am particularly requested to inform you of the honour" (with a marked stress on the word) "done to a member of my family, I conceive that I am guilty of no breach of confidence in mentioning that Mr. Lawless has proposed to me, in due form, for the hand of my niece Lucy Markham, offering to make most liberal settlements; indeed, considering that the fortune Lucy is justified in expecting at her father's death is very inconsiderable—an income of £400 a-year divided amongst thirteen children, deducting a jointure for the widow, should my sister survive Mr. Markham

"Never mind the tin, Mr. Coleman," interrupted Lawless, "you don't catch me buying a mare for the sake of her trappings. In the first place, second-hand harness is never worth fetching home; and in the next, let me tell you, sir, it's your niece's good points I admire : small head well set on-nice light neck-good slanting shoulderpretty fore-arm-clean about the pasterns-fast springy action— good tempered, a little playful, but no vice about her; and altogether as sweet a thing as a man need wish to possess. Depend upon it, Mr. Coleman," continued Lawless, who, having fallen into his usual style of speech, was fairly off, "depend upon it, you'd be very wrong to let her get into a dealer's hands-you would indeed, sir; and if Mr. Brown isn't in that line, it's odd to me. I've seen him

down at Tattersall's in very shady company, if I'm not much mistaken; he's the cut of a leg, every inch of him."

Want of breath fortunately obliging him to stop, Lawless's chief auditors, who had gleaned about as much idea of his meaning as if he had been haranguing them in Sanscrit, now interposed; Mrs. Coleman to invite us to stay to luncheon, and her husband to beg that his niece Lucy might be summoned to attend him in his study, as he should consider it his duty to lay before her Mr. Lawless's very handsome and flattering proposal.

"And suppose Lucy should take it into her head, by any chance, to say, Yes," ("Never thought of that, by Jove!-that would be a sell," muttered Lawless, aside,)—" what's to become of poor dear Mr. Lowe Brown?" inquired Mrs. Coleman anxiously.

"In such a case,” replied her lord and master, with a dignified wave of the hand, pausing as he left the room, and speaking with great solemnity,-"in such a case, Mr. Lowe Brown will perceive that it is his duty, his direct and evident duty, to submit to his fate with the calm and placid resignation becoming the son of so every way respectable and eminent a man as his late lamented father, my friend, the drysalter."

CHAPTER LII.

A COMEDY OF ERRORS.

"Content you, gentlemen, I'll compound this strife.
* He of both

That can assure my niece's greatest dower,

Shall have her love."

"I must confess your offer is the best,

And let your father make her the assurance,
She is your own."-Taming of the Shrew.

POOR pretty little Lucy Markham! what business had tears to come and profane, with their tell-tale traces, that bright, merry face of thine-fitting index to thy warm heart and sunny disposition! And yet, in the quenched light of that dark eye, in the heavy swollen lid, and in the paled roses of thy dimpled cheek, might be read the tokens of a concealed grief, that, like "a worm i̇' the bud," had already begun to mar thy sparkling beauty. Heed it not, pretty Lucy-sorrow such as thine is light and transient, and succour, albeit in a disguise thou canst not penetrate, is even now at hand. As the young lady in question entered the luncheon-room, returning Lawless's salutation with a most becoming blush, the thought crossed my mind, that in his position I should be almost tempted to regret I was destined to perform the lover's part on that occasion only." Such, however, were not the ideas of my companion, for he whispered to me," I say, Frank, she looks uncommon friendly, eh?— I don't know what to make of it, I can tell you; this is getting serious."

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"You must endeavour by your manner to neutralise your many fascinations,” replied I, striving to hide a smile, for he was evidently in earnest.

"Neutralise my grandmother!" was the rejoinder; "I can't go and be rude to the young woman. How d'ye do, Miss?" he continued gruffly; "how d'ye do? you see, we left Fred-" (here I nudged him to warn him to avoid that subject)—“ that is, we left Heathfield, I mean, started early-Let me help you, Mrs.

Coleman ;-precious tough customer that chicken seems to beelderly bird, ma'am, and no mistake-who'll have a wing ?"

"Really, Mr. Lawless, you are very rude to my poor chicken; it's out of our own farm-yard, I assure you ;—and the turkey-cock, his sister, that's Lucy's mother, sent him here; she has thirteen children you know, poor thing, and lives at Dorking; they are famous for all having five toes, you know, and growing so very large, and this must be one of them, I think."

'They were Dorking fowls mamma sent you, aunt; you don't keep turkeys," interposed Lucy, as Lawless fairly burst out laughing -an example which it was all I could do to avoid imitating.

"Yes, to be sure, my dear, I said so, didn't I? I remember very well they came in a three-dozen hamper, poor things, and were put in the back kitchen because it was too late to turn them out; and as soon as it was light they began to crow, and to make that noise about laying eggs, you know, so that I never got a wink of sleep after, thinking of your poor mother, and all her troubles-thirteen of them, dear me! till Mr. Coleman got up and turned them out, with a bad cold, in his dressing gown and slippers."

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Freddy begged me to tell you that he would write to you tomorrow," observed I, aside to Lucy; adding the enigmatical message, that "he had some good news to communicate, and that matters were not so bad as you imagined."

"Ah! but it doesn't-he can't know,—Mr. Fairlegh," she added, looking at me with an earnest, inquiring glance; "you are his most intimate friend has he told you the cause of his annoy

ance ?"

"Allow me to congratulate you, Mr. Fairlegh, on the very excellent match your sister is about to make,—the Oaklands family is one of the oldest in the county," said Mr Coleman, with an air of solemn politeness.

"Oh! yes, we are all so glad to hear of it, your sister is so pretty, and we had been told there was some young scamp or other dangling after her."

"Um! eh? oh! that's rather too much though," said Lawless, turning very red, and fidgeting on his chair,-"pray may I ask, Mrs. Coleman, whether it was a man you happened to hear that from? because he must be -ar · funny — fellow - ar -worth knowing-ar-I should like to make his acquaintance."

Why, really I-let me see-was it Jones the grocer, or Mrs. Muddles when she brought home the clean linen? I think it was