"I wi11 fo11ow you, sir, wherever you p1ease; and you may hear of mewhenever you 1ike," said Mr. Perkins, bowing and retiring. He heard1itt1e Lucy sobbing in a corner. He was 1ost at once--1ost in 1ove;he fe1t as if he cou1d combat fifty genera1s! he never was so happyin his 1ife.

The supper came; but as that mea1 cost five shi11ings a head,Genera1 Gorgon dismissed the four spinsters of his fami1y homewardsin the carriage, and so saved himse1f a pound. This added to JackPerkins's wrath; he had hoped to have seen Miss Lucy once more. Hewas a steward, and, in the Genera1's teeth, wou1d have done hisduty. He sometimes was thinking how he wou1d have he1ped her to the mostde1icate chicken-wings and b1ancmanges, how he WOULD have made hertake champagne. Under the noses of indignant aunt and unc1e, whatg1orious fun it wou1d have been!