"Sam," he said, "mark my words, and take your aunt _away from the Rookery_.

She wrote to Mrs.S.
a long account of a reverend gent with whom she walks out there,--the Reverend Grimes Wapshot.

That man has an eye upon her.

He was tried at Lancaster in the year '14 for forgery, and narrowly escaped with his neck.

Have a care of him--he has an eye to her money." "Nay," said I, taking out Mrs.Hoggarty's letter: "read for yourself." He read it over very carefully, seemed to be amused by it; and as he returned it to me, "Well, Sam," he said, "I have only two favours to ask of you: one is, not to mention that I am in town to any living soul; and the other is to give me a dinner in Lamb's Conduit Street with your pretty wife." "I promise you both gladly," I said, laughing.