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ee ae ess a eee _ ee ee —_ ~w a eee An Darwin continued : cretion ”—hiccup—“ and, gentlemen, I hava no doubt but you allenvy me. But”——hiccup—* mind and be moral. J owe my being of age solely to my morality, My uncle, a puritanical old huambug ”—hiccup—* could have kept me out of my fortune for three years longer, had he not been convinced of my morality.” “ Hear! hear!” exclaimed several of the guests, Jelighted with the expose. ‘“ Excellent! — clever! sensible fellow !—knowing move!” Digby was painfully excited. Fitzgerald smiled significantly. “Come,” whispered the former, “let us be gone, for I am sick at heart.” “<One more proof, and I accompany you,” replied his friend. ‘Bravo!” shouted Lord Linton, at the same time disgusted with the scene, yet willing to see thoroughly into his host’s character; “can't ye gi us a@ merry song ?” «A merry ”—hiccup—*song—to be sure I can— d—n this hiccup—not euch psalm-singing ones as | moralist?” 25 THE MYSTERIES OF LONDON. —_—_—- —- = Se a a —— ’ — ~ 7 t Bae A) 2 Cee **ebe ‘ % Rea e mls NN ee \ IN \i \ \\ i fil | those we have had to-night, but a right good jovia: “It’s a pleasant thing to arrive at years of dis- | »> sully. Entirely thrown off his guard, he immediately com- | menced one of the most obscene in the whole collection | ot the freshman’s song-book, but broke dowr in the midst of the first verse, when he dropped into his seat with a tremendous oath. He sat in a sort of stupor for a few minutes, then getting up, filled his glass, and demanded, as a gleam of recollection crossed his mind: “ Where’s Digby?” “Gone home, lad, with that milk-sop Fitzgerald,” replied Linton ; “ your wine was too much for them.” “ Good,” said Darwin, again sinking into his chair, forgetful of the purpose for which he had risen. “ll read them a d——d good lecture on temperance to-morrow. Glad they are off! _Now for some fun— push the hottle. Halloo there!—claret—more claret!” The two friends quietly left the room, followed by Lord Harry. “Well, Digby,” demanded the latter with a triumphant smile, “what think you of your KS ee — i A cf a (CO)