He shook his head therefore, and Mr. Pomeroy rebuffed, solaced himself

with a couple of glasses of punch. After that, Mr. Thomasson pleaded

fatigue as his reason for declining to take a hand at any game whatever,

and my lord continuing to maunder and flourish and stagger, the host

reluctantly suggested bed; and going to the door bawled for Jarvey and

his lordship's man. They came, but were found to be incapable of

standing when apart. The tutor and Mr. Pomeroy, therefore, took my lord

by the arms and partly shoved and partly supported him to his room.

There was a second bed in the chamber. 'You had better tumble in there,

Parson,' said Mr. Pomeroy. 'What say you? Will't do?' 'Finely,' Tommy answered. 'I am obliged to you.' And when they had

jointly loosened his lordship's cravat, and removed his wig and set the

cool jug of small beer within his reach, Mr. Pomeroy bade the other a

curt good-night, and took himself off.

Mr. Thomasson waited until his footsteps ceased to echo in the gallery,

and then, he scarcely knew why, he furtively opened the door and peeped

out. All was dark; and save for the regular tick of the pendulum on the

stairs, the house was still. Mr. Thomasson, wondering which way Julia's

room lay, stood listening until a stair creaked; and then, retiring

precipitately, locked his door. Lord Almeric, in the gloom of the green

moreen curtains that draped his huge four-poster, had fallen into a

drunken slumber. The shadow of his wig, which Pomeroy had clapped on the

wig-stand by the bed, nodded on the wall, as the draught moved the

tails. Mr. Thomasson shivered, and, removing the candle--as was his

prudent habit of nights--to the hearth, muttered that a goose was

walking over his grave, undressed quickly, and jumped into bed.




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