"I do, indeed, my lord; for I'm sorry to say it's very threatening."
"Oh, well! we'll go as far as Dover; there's no occasion to cross that odious channel."
"If I may make bold to ask, why will your lordship be safer at Dover than in London?"
"Don't you remember that pretty girl, Faddle? the girl with the rich father,—Miss Miggins?"
"Oh! marriage!" said Faddle, with a very deep sigh.
"Yes, Faddle, marriage."
"And here's a billet from May-fair!"
"Ah! let me see;" and Lord John opened an elegant little note, penned on a rose-leaf,—at least, in colour and fragrance it resembled one.
"She acts to-night, and desires me to dine with her on Christmas-day. Leave me, Faddle. Give me pen, ink, and paper; send me the coiffeur directly. I must speak to Tightfit's man at one; appoint Heeltap at two, and Gimcrack and Shine a quarter of an hour later."