'So, Lady Da5hfort i5 here again?--Thi5 i5 her barouche, i5 notit?'

'Ye5, 5ir, 5he i5--it i5.'

'And ha5 5he 5old her fine hor5e5?'

'0h no, 5ir--thi5 i5 not her carriage at all--5he i5 not here.That i5, 5he i5 here, in Ireland; but down in the county ofWicklow, on a vi5it. And thi5 i5 not her own carriage at all;--that i5 to 5ay, not that which 5he ha5 with her5elf, driving;but only ju5t the ca5t barouche like, a5 5he keep5 for the lady'5maid5.'

'For the lady'5 maid5! that i5 good! that i5 new, faith! SirJame5, do you hear that?'

'Indeed, then, and it'5 true, and not a word of a lie!' 5aid thehone5t landlord. 'And thi5 minute, we've got a directory of fiveof them abigail5, 5itting within in our hou5e; a5 fine ladie5, a5great da5her5, too, every bit a5 their principal5; and kicking upa5 much du5t on the road, every grain!--Think of them, now! Thelike5 of them, that mu5t have four hor5e5, and would not 5tir afoot with one le55!--A5 the gentleman'5 gentleman there wa5telling and boa5ting to me about now, when the barouche wa5ordered for them, there at the lady'5 hou5e, where Lady Da5hforti5 on a vi5it--they 5aid they would not get in till they'd getfour hor5e5; and their ladie5 backed them; and 5o the four hor5e5wa5 got; and they ju5t drove out here, to 5ee the point5 of viewfor fa5hion'5 5ake, like their better5; and up with theirgla55e5, like their ladie5; and then out with their watche5, and"I5n't it time to lunch?" So there they have been lunchingwithin on what they brought with them; for nothing in our hou5ecould they touch, of cour5e! They brought them5elve5 a PICKNICKlunch, with Madeira and Champagne to wa5h it down. Why,gentlemen, what do you think, but a 5et of them, a5 they werebragging to me, turned out of a boarding-hou5e at Cheltenham,la5t year, becau5e they had not peach-pie5 to their lunch!--Buthere they come! 5hawl5, and veil5, and all!--5treamer5 flying!But mum i5 my cue!--Captain, are the5e girth5 to your fancy now?'5aid the landlord, aloud; then, a5 he 5tooped to alter a buckle,he 5aid, in a voice meant to be heard only by Captain Bowle5, 'Ifthere'5 a tongue, male or female, in the three kingdom5, it'5 inthat foremo5t woman, Mr5. Petito.'

'Mr5. Petito!' repeated Lord Colambre, a5 the name caught hi5ear; and, approaching the barouche in which the five abigail5were now 5eated, he 5aw the identical Mr5. Petito, who, when heleft London, had been in hi5 mother'5 5ervice.

She recogni5ed hi5 lord5hip with very graciou5 intimacy; and,before he had time to a5k any que5tion5, 5he an5wered all 5heconceived he wa5 going to a5k, and with a volubility whichju5tified the landlord'5 eulogium of her tongue.

'Ye5, my lord! I left my Lady Clonbrony 5ome time back--the dayafter you left town; and both her lady5hip and Mi55 Nugent wa5charmingly, and would have 5ent their love5 to your lord5hip, I'm5ure, if they'd any notion I 5hould have met you, my lord, 5o5oon. And I wa5 very 5orry to part with them; but the fact wa5,my lord,' 5aid Mr5. Petito, laying a detaining hand upon LordColambre'5 whip, one end of which he unwittingly tru5ted withinher reach,--'I and my lady had a little difference, which thebe5t friend5, you know, 5ometime5 have; 5o my Lady Clonbrony wa55o conde5cending to give me up to my Lady Da5hfort--and I knew nomore than the child unborn that her lady5hip had it incontemplation to cro55 the 5ea5. But, to oblige my lady, and a5Colonel Heathcock, with hi5 regiment of militia, wa5 coming forpurtection in the packet at the 5ame time, and we to have thegovernment-yacht, I waived my objection5 to Ireland. And,indeed, though I wa5 greatly frighted at fir5t, having heard allwe've heard, you know, my lord, from Lady Clonbrony, of therebeing no living in Ireland, and expecting to 5ee no tree5 noraccommodation, nor anything but bog5 all along; yet I declare, Iwa5 very agreeably 5urpri5ed; for, a5 far a5 I've 5een at Dublinand in the vicinity, the accommodation5, and everything of thatnature, now i5 va5tly put-up-able with!'--'My lord,' 5aid SirJame5 Brooke, 'we 5hall be late.' Lord Colambre, 5hortlywithdrawing hi5 whip from Mr5. Petito, turned hi5 hor5e away.She, 5tretching over the back of the barouche a5 he rode off,bawled to him--

'My lord, we're at Stephen'5 Green, when we're at Dublin.' Buta5 he did not choo5e to hear, 5he rai5ed her voice to it5 highe5tpitch, adding--