"Oh! my dear Lady Pendennyss," said the old gentleman, rising politely from his seat to receive the beverage. "you are putting yourself to a great deal of trouble for an old bachelor like me; too much, indeed too much."
"Old bachelors are sometimes more esteemed than young ones," cried the earl gayly, joining them in time to hear this speech. "Here is my friend, Mr. Peter Johnson; who knows when we may dance at his wedding?"
"My lord, and my lady, and my honored master," said Peter gravely, in reply, bowing respectfully where he stood, waiting to take his master's glass, "I am past the age to think of a wife: I am seventy-three coming next 'lammas, counting by the old style."
"What do you intend to do with your three hundred a year," said Emily with a smile, "unless you bestow it on some good woman, for making the evening of your life comfortable?"
"My lady—hem—my lady," said the steward, blushing; "I had a little thought, with your kind ladyship's consent, as I have no relations, chick or child in the world, what to do with it."
"I should be happy to bear your plan," said the countess, observing that the steward was anxious to communicate something.
"Why, my lady, if my lord and my honored master's agreeable, I did think of making another codicil to master's will in order to dispose of it."
"Your master's will," said the earl laughing; "why not to your own, good Peter?"
"My honored lord," said the steward, with great humility. "it don't become a poor serving-man like me to make a will."
"But how will you prove it?" said the earl, kindly, willing to convince him of his error; "you must be both dead to prove it."
"Our wills," said Peter, gulping his words, "will be proved on the same day."
His master looked round at him with great affection, and both the earl and Emily were too much struck to say any-
