"There was a great bussel and distubbans in the Hall in Ill Street:
which I etribyouted to the eproaching event. The old porter stared
meost uncommon when I kem in--the footman who was to enounce me laft I
thought--I was going up stairs--
"'Her ladyship's not--not at HOME,' says the man; 'and my lady's hill in
bed.'
"'Git lunch,' says I, 'I'll wait till Lady Hangelina returns.'
"At this the feller loox at me for a momint with his cheex blown out
like a bladder, and then busts out in a reglar guffau! the porter jined
in it, the impident old raskle: and Thomas says, slapping his and on his
thy, without the least respect--I say, Huffy, old boy! ISN'T this a good
un?'
"'Wadyermean, you infunnle scoundrel,' says I, 'hollaring and laffing at
me?'
"'Oh, here's Miss Mary Hann coming up,' says Thomas, 'ask HER'--and
indeed there came my little Mary Hann tripping down the stairs--her &s
in her pockits; and when she saw me, SHE began to blush and look hod &
then to grin too.
"'In the name of Imperence,' says I, rushing on Thomas, and collaring
him fit to throttle him--'no raskle of a flunky shall insult ME,' and
I sent him staggerin up aginst the porter, and both of 'em into the
hall-chair with a flopp--when Mary Hann, jumping down, says, 'O James! O
Mr.
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