See here!" At these words he pulled forth the card, and handed it to Lechmere.
Scarcely were the eyes of the other thrown upon the writing, when he said, "So, this isn't it, Power." "To be sure it is, man," said Power.

"Anne Street is devilish seedy, but that's the quarter." "Why, confound it, man!" said the other; "there's not a word of that here." "Read it out," said Power.

"Proclaim aloud my victory." Thus urged, Lechmere read:-- DEAR P.,-- Please pay to my credit,--and soon, mark ye!--the two ponies lost this evening.

I have done myself the pleasure of enjoying your ball, kissed the lady, quizzed the papa, and walked into the cunning Fred Power.

Yours, FRANK WEBBER.
"The Widow Malone, ohone!" is at your service.
Had a thunderbolt fallen at his feet, his astonishment could not have equalled the result of this revelation.