stopper, for he is married already."—"You lie, like a rascal," returned the 'Squire, who seemed rouzed by this insult, "I never was legally married to any woman."—"Indeed, begging your honour's pardon," replied the other, "you were; and I hope you will shew a proper return of friendship to your own honest Jenkinson, who brings you a wife, and if the company restrains their curiosity a few minutes, they shall see her."—So saying he went off with his usual celerity, and left us all unable to form any probable conjecture as to his design.—"Ay let him go," cried the 'Squire, "whatever else I may have done I defy him there. I am too old now to be frightened with squibs."
"I am surprised," said the Baronet, "what the fellow can intend by this. Some low piece of humour I suppose!"—"Perhaps, Sir," replied I, "he may have"a more
