The Young Duchess; or, Memoirs of a Lady of Quality — page 135: what you’re looking at

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, THE YOUNG DUCHESS ; OR, MEMOIRS OF A LADY OF QUALITY. “Wanted?” said Captain Cauliflower. ‘* What astrange word! What on earth does the fellah mean ?” | “What does the fellew want ?” asked Tiffany. “Ah! what does he mean?” growled Bulder, in his hoarse voice. ‘There must be some mistake.” “No mistake, gentlemen,” responded the ser- geant. “Sir Abel knows very well what it is, and I daresay Mr. Casey was very sorry-———” “Casey ?” cried Sylvester. ‘My name’s Casey.” | “Maybe, sir. And yet you are nothing like the gentleman that took out the warrant for this forgery business.” “Forgery ?” echoed several voices. . “Sergeant, let us step outside together,” said Sir Abel, who trembled like an aspen leaf. ‘“* Per- haps we can settle it.” “There's no way of settling it, sir, except by the process of the law.” No. 16.—Tue Youna DucHess., 121 “My lord,” whispered Kingston to the Duke, “what is your decision? The cheque-——” ““¥ don’t understand you, sir,” responded Ard~ leigh, turning away with haughty coolness. “Not understand me?” ejaculated Sir Abel, lite- rally becoming aghast; and he felt as if the gulf of black destruction were irideed opening under his very feet. “Come, sir—come,” said the sergeant, now speaking sternly ; and assisted by his constable, he hurried the Baronet, who was utterly over- whelmed, out of the room. “Poor fellah!” said Captain Cauliflower. ‘“‘ Poor fellaw !” added Mr. Tiffany. And then the party broke up: but as Sylvester was about to separate from the rest at the front door, the Duke of Ardleigh laid his hand upon his arm, saying with an easy half-familiar air, “Perhaps you will walk with me alittle way, Mr. Casey, and tell me something more about this unfortunate business.” YN Wn) COMO Colin