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THE STEAM PACKET. 279 “ Perhaps you will have the courtesy, sir, to allow us the use of the chaise back to Boulogne; and you can follow, if so disposed, upon the horse which has borne me hither. Or, should the proposal be more acceptable to all parties, Miss Pifpaf and her intended companion can ride inside, while you and I may occupy the box.” “Tf you think I’m going back again to Boulogne, you’re devilishly mistaken,” said the tailor. “*‘ You may take the chaise, and do what you like with it; and as for your horse, an arrangement can be made to send that back. I wish you both a very pleasant joumey,’” he added sarcastically; ‘‘ but mind me, Pentonville—Pifpaf shan’t think you the saint and me the rogue; for [’ll write to is on my part, you may be well assured.” With these words the tailor flung out of the room ; and Miss Pifpaf was then prevailed upon to partake of a glass of wine and water, as she stood greatly in need of refreshment, after the excitement her feelings had undergone. Ina short time the landlord’s daughter was ready; and, by the desire of Belimda—who could not be prevailed upon to think Captain Pentonville so guilty as he even represented himself to be—this gentleman occupied a seat with the ladies inside the vehicle. At about two o’clock the vehicle entered Boulogne, and drove straight to the Hotel d’Angleterre. Belinda instantly sought her mother’s room, where a most affecting scene occurred between herself and her family ; while Captain Pentonville, on his part, repaired to his. own chamber, where he soon sank into a slumber which was sweetened by the consciousness of having at length done a good action. CHAPTER XXVI. ' IN WHICH LORD NOODLETON ARRIVES AT BOULOGNE. ‘«¢Anp so he was not a lord after all!’’ mused Mr. Pifpaf, audibly, as he performed the duties of the toilet on the. morning succeeding that night of memorable adventure; “ and all his fine stories about the Chancellor of the Exchequer and the Archbishop of Canterbury were a farce. Oh! how deplorably were we all gulled! What assurance! —what impudence ! But, for my part, I always suspected there was something wrong; and I once or twice hinted the same to. you, Mrs. P.” | ““Indeed you did not, Mr. P.,” tomes the amiable helpmate of the. Chairman: ‘‘on the contrary, it was you whe was so enamoured of Gomicbooks (E(0)