2-t TYLNEY HALL. " It is an extraordinary story," said the Creole, musing. "An't it, my boy?" said young Twigg, with a smart punch of his elbow. " The regular thing to astonish the natives ! I'll lay a rump and dozen you won't guess my disguise ! " A Jack-Pudding, maybe," said the Creole, not very well pleased to have his thoughts inter- rupted by the rude freedom of his companion. " No, no ; hang Clowns and Fools," said the other, " they're so common. I'll put you up to it, my boy ; but mind, it's a word and honour secret. It will be a precious lark, and make such a famous squall among the petticoats ! I'm going to dress up as the brown gipsy woman, that put dad and 'Tilda into such a funk ! "Ay, a gipsy-woman; but the portrait," said the Creole, relapsing into abstraction, " the por- trait stamps truth on it all ! " Brawvo ! " ancoore ! " shouted the delighted auditor. " That's your sort ! But go on, man, I won't laugh at you agin— go on about the miniter !" " I must really beg pardon," said the Creole " "
TYLNEY HALL. 25 recovering liimself, "but my thoughts are engrossed by something very interesting I have just heard I mean to say that I have just read." " Ah, that's a pity," said the cub. " I never read. It spoils one''s sparklers, and makes a feller shortsighted, like your cousin Raby. He"'ll have to sport goggles afore he"'s twenty-one, and how M'ill the gals like that? No, no, my boy, T mean to keep a sharp eye in my head, to have a slap- bang at the swarms of partridges, and the flocks of pheasants, on the First of September !" " Have you bagged any birds ? " enquired St. Kitts by way of saying something, his mind still wandering as to time and place. " That's a good un," said young Twigg, " and this is the 12th of April !— Thankee, I owe you one : but you did not catch me out. I was born within Bow-bells sure enough, but I'm not quite such a cockney as that. But by jingo," he added, looking hard at the other's face, " you seem wool- gathering ! Come now, you're trying to look as wise as King Solomon, but it won't do—it's all sham-Abraham," and he gave St. Kitts a shaking VOL. II. c