"Old Scowley," "Mr.Jinks," "pigeon," "paper round his neck," and "Fanny,"-- all these objects were inextricably mingled in her unfortunate brain, and she could not disentangle them from each other, or discover the least clue to the labyrinth.

She, therefore, gazed at Verty with more overwhelming dignity than ever, and not deigning to make any reply to his rhapsody, sailed by with a stiff inclination of the head, toward the door.

But Verty was growing gallant under Mr.Roundjacket's teaching.

He rose with great good humor, and accompanied Miss Lavinia to her carriage--he upon one side, the gallant head clerk on the other--and politely assisted the lady into her chariot, all the time smiling in a manner which was pleasant to behold.
His last words, as the door closed and the chariot drove off, were-- "Recollect, Miss Lavinia, please don't forget to give my love to Redbud!" Having impressed this important point upon Miss Lavinia, Verty returned to the office, with the sighing Roundjacket, humming one of his old Indian airs, and caressing Longears..