circumstances are altered—I waited on the old Earl once while in service and he was remarkably close with his tips and suffered from corns. A hasty old gent and hard to please—I daresay he has forgotten me altogether—and anyhow there is no need to rake up bygones. Tomorrow is bus day and as you say the young lady is living near by we shall shut up shop for there is really nothing doing now what with all the visitors bringing everything with them down to their very children's pails and say how de do to her and give her a bit of a kiss and encouragement if we think her suitable—she will be pleased to see your old uncle—We wish we could have had a look at her first but still there is not much mischief done and hoping that all will turn out well yet I am
- "Your affectionate Uncle
- "Edward George Kipps.
- "Your affectionate Uncle
"My heartburn still very bad. I shall bring over a few bits of rhubub I picked up, a sort you won't get in Folkestone and if possible a good bunch of flowers for the young lady."
"Comin' over to-day," said Kipps, standing helplessly with the letter in his hand.
"'Ow, the Juice?
"I carn't.
"Kiss 'er!"
"I carn't even face 'er!"
A terrible anticipation of that gathering framed inself in his mind—a hideous, impossible disaster.
