How d' ye think the Premier would take it ?" MR.

EGERTON (the indignation preponderating over the amusement).--"Probably just as I am about to do." Mr.Egerton rang the bell; the attendant appeared.

"Show Mr.Mayor the way out," said the minister.
The mayor turned round sharply, and his face was purple.

He walked straight to the door; but suffering the attendant to precede him along the corridor, he came back with a rapid stride, and clenching his hands, and with a voice thick with passion, cried, "Some day or other I will make you smart for this, as sure as my name's Dick Avenel!" "Avenel!" repeated Egerton, recoiling,--"Avenel!" But the mayor was gone.
Audley fell into a deep and musing revery, which seemed gloomy, and lasted till the attendant announced that the horses were at the door.
He then looked up, still abstractedly, and saw his letter to Harley L'Estrange open on the table.

He drew it towards him, and wrote, "A man has just left me, who calls himself Aven--" In the middle of the name his pen stopped.