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50 REYNOLDS’ WORKS Emily Archer. No, there is something in all this I can’t understand. Shall I cut into Lincolnshire after her? Or shall I wait until she comes back? I think I had better wait, for we might cross each other. Yes, I will wait.”’ Having come to this resolve, Lord Saxondale turned his thoughts upon another subject. This was neither more nor less than the important matter of how he was to pass the evening. He revolved in his mind all the various places of amusement, dismissing them, however, one after the other until he suddenly recollected that there was one of which he had heard a great deal, which he and Lord Harold had fre- quently thought of visiting, but which somehow or another had escaped the honour of their presence. Thrusting his head out of the window, he said to the cabman, ‘‘ Drive to the Garrick’s Head in Bow Street.”’ In due course Lord Saxondale reached the far-famed hostelry, and dismissing the cab, he made his way up into a spacious room, where a numerous company was assembled, and where the Judge and Jury Society held its sittings. One portion of the room was fitted up in miniature imitation of a court of justice. There was the bench, with the little desk for the judge, there was the table for the barristers, there was the witness-box, and there was a particular table set exciusively apart for the accommodation of those acting as jurymen. The door of this room was kept by an usher wearing the official robe, and whose aspect was as grave and serious as befitted the functions he had to fulfil. At the numerous tables in this apartment, the visitors were seated, discussing cigars, and drinking the liquors suited to their respective means or tastes. Some were in- dulging in wine, others were paying their respects to the various compounds of which brandy, gin, rum and whiskey severally formed the chief ingredients, while others, again, were slaking their thirst with the excellent malt liquor dispensed at that house. There was a general air of blithe- ness, a making up of the mind to enter into the enjoyments of the evening, and a pervasive feeling of certainty that these would prove of the richest and raciest description. Lord Saxondale seated himself at a table near the judicial bench, and called for a bottle of champagne, — an order which was highly satisfactory to the waiter, and convinced Gomichbooks:- co