Next morning I was awoke about ten o'clock by Jack, who came rushing into my room.
"He's off!" he cried.
"Who's off?" said I.
"Uncle Peter; and, what is far worse, he has taken Miss Latchley with him!"
"Impossible!"
However, it was perfectly true. On inquiry we found that the enamored pair had left at six in the morning.
CHAPTER III.
"Well, Jack," said I, "any tidings of Uncle Peter?" as Wilkinson entered my official apartment in London, six weeks after the dissolution of the Congress.
"Why, yes—and the case is rather worse than I supposed," replied Jack despondingly.
"You don't mean to say that he has married that infernal woman in pantaloons?"