I dressed up his double-bass, Sam, and put it in the bed--oh! I am a wicked woman--and pinned a note to the pin-cushion to say he had driven me to it, throwing the breakfast things over the quay-door--real Worcester, Sam, and marked at the bottom of each piece; and a carriage from the Five Lanes Hotel to meet me at twelve o'clock; but I'd rather go home, Sam; I've been longing, all the way, to go back; it's been haunting me, that double-bass, all the time--with my nightcap, too--the one with real lace--on the head of it.

Oh! take me home, Sam.

I'm a wicked woman!" Sam, after all, was a Trojan, and I therefore like to record his graces.

He drew his mother's arm within his with much tenderness, kissed her, and began to lead her homewards quietly and without question.
But the poor soul could not be silent; and so, very soon, the whole story came out.

At the mention of Mrs.Goodwyn-Sandys Sam shut his teeth sharply.
"I shall never be able to face her, Sam." "I don't think you need trouble about that, mother," he answered grimly.
"But I do.