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260 HIS GRACE. trive to extricate herself from a somewhat puzzling posi tion. Consequently I busied myself with accounts of past expenditure and schemes for future retrench- ment until long after midnight, when my patience was rewarded by the entrance of my noble employer, who cast himself down upon a chair and said: “Throw me a cigar and give me something to drink, _ will you, like a good chap? Well, I’ve had arare even- ing of it! Everybody has heard that I’m broke, you know.” “Everybody, ” I remarked, “ always does hear of the things that haven’t yet happened. ‘That’s not a matter of much consequence, is it? But I hope everybody hasn’t heard of what actually did happen yesterday.” “ Not that I am aware of,” he answered, after swal- lowing the half of the whiskey-and-soda which I had poured out for him. “ Miss St. George has, because she has received full and particular information from her dear old aunt; but she isn’t going to talk about it. She said it wouldn’t be worth her while, and I quite agreed with her.” “Qh, you saw Miss St. George, then ?” “Rather! She doesn’t mind calling a spade a spade, that young woman. She led me off into a corner to tell me that she knew the worst, and that, upon the whole, she rather admired my pluck.or my impudence—she didn’t quite know which to call it.” “Well?” I said, after waiting some little time for him to continue. “Well, we had a longish talk, and I mentioned that I was going to put everything down, and leave the country, and so forth. Of course I understood what she was driving at, and that she wanted me to give her Gomichooks (E(0) m