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CHAPTER V.

"MR. SNUFFLES, my lord;" said John the following morning, opening the door of Lord Furstenroy's apartment, and ushering in a business-like personage in a brown Scotch wig and spectacles.

"I wish Mr. Snuffles was at old Nick!" said his lordship aside: then bowing politely, "Mr. Snuffles, how you do? I am delighted to see you; are you just from London ?"

"Just arrived, my lord; journey most disagreeably unenjoyable, and most uncomfortably unpleasant; hope your lordship's health is fortunately flourishing, and felicitously favourable."

Mr. Snuffles was Lord Furstenroy's man of affairs in Lincoln's Inn, and had come to Paris purposely to draw up the marriage articles of his daughter, and give a meeting, according to appointment, with Lord Clanelly, for that purpose. He had a fat barrelly body, and thin diminutive legs;—he had a head so remarkably small, and a mouth so uncommonly

wide, that it was currently reported of him, that he could put his head into a pint cup, and put a pint cup into his mouth. His clothes were made extremely loose, and hung bagging about his body; and his nether habiliments, being cut unusually short, either for economy or from ignorance of the fashion, gave Richard Bazancourt occasion to remark, that he had put his legs too far into his trousers. He had a most ostentatious delivery, with a habit of puffing and snorting between every other word, which gave him somewhat the articulation of a rhinoceros; and, moreover, mistaking tautology for copiousness of style, like a great many extempore preachers in the pulpit, he always strung together a long list of adverbs and adjectives of the same meaning, and fancied he was eloquent; and a love of alliteration being added to his love of synonym, it not unfrequently happened, that the sense was sacrificed to the sound. Altogether, Mr. Snuffles presented an inimitable subject for the pencil of a Gigoux, a Johannot, or a Cruikshank.

Lord Furstenroy had been occupied with his favourite morning's amusement, of reading straight through Galignani's Messenger, which he usually did, advertisements and all, after breakfast: but it was no speech of Peel or Wellington that had riveted his attention to-day, and he was in a sufficiently ill

humour at a paragraph that had met his eye, as Mr. Snuffles entered. He pointed out with his finger the passage to the lawyer, who read as follows:

"Considerable surprise has been created among the fashionable circles of English society, now resident in Paris, at the marriage just contracted in Italy, by the young and handsome Lord Cly, a minor, with a fair Neapolitan baroness. Report says, that the family of a noble earl have a right to consider themselves much injured by the suddenness and capriciousness of his lordship's matrimonial choice."

"This is insolence! this is vile! this is atrocious of the editor!" exclaimed the old peer. "I will give up taking in the paper-it will be a pitygood reports of Peel's speeches-but public duty -not shrink from it-ought to be prosecuted-large damages-profligate rascal. You are, I presume, already acquainted with the circumstance of Lord Clanelly's unmentionable marriage, Mr. Snuffles ?"

"I have heard something of it, my lord, for the first time this morning. His conduct seems certainly most indecorously unbecoming, and most indecently improper. That is most incontestably undeniable, and most irrefragably irrefutable; such, at least, is my view of the case. If you think necessary, I can consult precedents: I have with

me Barnewall's Reports, and Chitty's Practice of the Law in my trunk. The utility to me of these two works is amazingly extraordinary, and astonishingly remarkable. But is not Lord Carmansdale arrived in Paris?"

"Lord Carmansdale, who is the guardian, as you are probably aware, dines with us to-day. If you will give me the honour of your company, Mr. Snuffles, at seven o'clock, you will meet him. I can't tell you how it pains me, to think you should have made so long a journey, as from London to Paris, for nothing."

"It is certainly most laughably ridiculous, and most ludicrously absurd. Your lordship's invitation is very temptingly seductive, and very acceptably welcome. As I have to make the most of my time in Paris, I will wish your lordship good morning. I beg your lordship to be assured of a sympathy and › condolence, most unfeignedly unaffected, and most unboundedly unlimited."

Lord Furstenroy bowed, and Mr. Snuffles puffed, and bowed, and snorted, and retired.

"My dear Emily," said her father, when the visit was over, we don't wish to see much company at present, but my man of business, Mr. Snuffles, is arrived from London, and I have been obliged to ask him to dine; and you know Lord Carmansdale dines

with us: you had better ask one or two more people that can talk, or we shall have such an ill-assorted and uncongenial party, that we shall be ennuyé to death. Can't you ask the Comte de Carbonnell ? I owe him a dinner."

"And let the other be George Grainger; shall it not, papa?" said Lady Emily. "You know poor Richard goes back to Eton to-morrow, for his holidays are over; and Mr. Grainger always makes us so merry; and it would be such a pity to have a dull party for the poor boy on his last night at home."

Notes were accordingly dispatched, and as George Grainger and Lord Arthur Mullingham were inseparable as the Siamese twins, the latter was added to the party, for he was also no ordinary favourite with the old earl, on account of what were called his very sound and constitutional politics; that is to say, he was a Tory. At the appointed hour of seven the party began to assemble. The Comte de Carbonnell was a middle-aged man of good family and fortune, with a fine hotel in the Fauxbourg St. Germain, and a magnificent chateau in the south, on the banks of the Rhone. He had long been an admirer, if not a suitor, of Lady Emily Bazancourt, and tonight, either from really liking him, or from pique,

from caprice, she certainly seemed to show that

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