softer feelings, he turned upon John; "so, youngster, you would be playing with edge tools, and put the life of your sister in danger. No gentleman held a gun in my day; that is, no gentleman about the court. My Lord Gosford had never killed a bird in his life, or drove his horse; no sir, gentlemen then were not coachmen. Peter, how old was I before I took the reins of the chaise, in driving round the estate—the time you broke your arm? it was"
Peter, who stood a little behind his master, in modest retirement, and who had only thought his elegant form brought thither to embellish the show, when called upon, advanced a step, made a low bow, and answered in his sharp key:—
"In the year 1798, your honor, and the thirty-eighth of his present Majesty, and the sixty-fourth of your life, sir, June the 12th, about meridian."
Peter dropped back as he finished; but recollecting himself, regained his place with a bow, as he added, "new style."
"How are you, old style?" cried John, with a slap on the back, that made the steward jump again.
"Mr. John Moseley—young gentleman "—a term Peter had left off using to the baronet within the last ten years, "did you think—to bring home—the goggles?"
"Oh yes," said John, gravely, producing them from his pocket. Most of the party having entered the parlor, he put them carefully on the bald head of the steward—"There, Mr. Peter Johnson, you have your property again, safe and sound."
"And Mr. Denbigh said he felt much indebted to your consideration in sending them," said Emily, soothingly, as she took them off with her beautiful hands.
"Ah, Miss Emmy," said the steward, with one of his best bows, "that was—a noble act; God bless him!" then holding up his finger significantly, "the fourteenth codicil—to master's will," and Peter laid his finger alongside his nose, as he nodded his head in silence.
"I hope the thirteenth contains the name of honest
