"Five and four makes nine,
Mind your business, and I'll mind mine."
"Vive la poésie!" said I, throwing the letter aside, and ringing for my femme de chambre, whom I desired to prepare for my journey to The Cock at Sutton on the following morning.
I did not awake till twelve o'clock, when I rang my bell.
"Madame, la voiture est à la porte," said my French maid, as she entered my bedroom.
"I cannot help it; so bring me a cup of chocolate, pour me donner du courage," I replied.
Before I had finished it, the Duke of Leinster was announced, and I went down to him in my dressing-gown and slippers.
"Upon my honour," said His Grace, "I am very glad you did not keep your appointment with Fred Lamb. I have brought little George some strings to mend his fiddle with and, if you will give it me, I will string it for him."
I rang for the fiddle, and Leinster set to work in great glee.
"How did you get home last night?" I asked.