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PRINCESS SOPHIA AND HER BROTHER = 241 some tale to account for my appearing in the matter, and the surgeon asks no questions. He is a discreet man. As for Coffin, I have not seen him since last night; but even if he did recognize you, it matters little —for I have deter- mined,” added the prince, emphatically, ‘‘to rid myself of that fellow.” “But how?’ inquired the Princess Sophia, somewhat uneasily, as if she thought there was to be more bloodshed. ‘Oh, I have a plan cut and dried,’’ exclaimed the prince. ‘““ Indeed, it was all arranged ready for carrying into opera- tion last night, and had that fellow once reached the receiv- ing-ship off the Tower, he would have suddenly ceased to be his own master. Yes, while your son was being placed on board one vessel for Canada, Coffin would have been shipped in another for the West Indies— Ah! it was splendidly arranged, I can tell you; and the plan is only now delayed by these unforeseen occurrences, — not altogether abandoned.”’ “TI feel that I shall be more at ease when that dreadful man is out of the country,”’ said the princess. “He soon shall be,’”’ rejoined the prince. ‘‘ And now I must take my departure. I have two matters to attend to this afternoon. One is a privy council, which is of little consequence; the other is a rehearsal for certain private theatricals, which is of very great consequence.’’ “Private theatricals!’’ ejaculated the royal princess. ‘“ Where? ” | ‘At Carlton House,’ responded the regent. ‘‘ Will you come? Only the very, very select, the choicest élite, so to speak, can be admitted, and therefore I have had tickets duly printed. Here are a few for your own use,’’ and he flung down half a dozen upon the table. “Oh, I could not think of attending,’’ exclaimed the Princess Sophia, ‘‘ with my mind agitated as it is. Take back your tickets.” “No, no, you may choose to give them away to your very particular friends,’’ said the prince. ‘‘ Besides, the repre- sentation does not take place until to-morrow night, and by that time your spirits will be better. Try and come, it will be so amusing.”’ With these words the prince regent took his departure, leaving his sister in doubt whether this facility wherewith Cconnicloooks (C(O)