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she, “I only came back to say that I am going to stop here to-night.”

Saying which she seated herself at the foot of my bed, evidently endeavouring to keep in her feelings. .

I pressed her to inform me what had agitated her so much, and why she had so unexpectedly come back to my lodgings.

“Indeed, then, I'll tell you the truth. I've been insulted by Jobson and his wife, the latter of whom ended by calling me a poor Welsh devil! My Welsh blood could not stand that, so I have left the place, and never mean to return to it.

Poor Welsh devil, indeed! I that have royal blood in my veins, to be called such names by the wife of a cheating lawyer's clerk, whose own blood is not much better than the mud in the street ! ”

It was a considerable time before I could at all compose the angry feelings of the irritated Cambrian, who continued repeating with great energy, her claims to the blood royal !

To divert her anger from Jobson and his wife, I gravely asked her how she proved her relationship to the royal family.

“Well then, indeed, I will explain to you that I am telling no lies. I suppose, Miss Dornay, you have heard of Henry the Seventh, who was born in Pembroke Castle in Wales. Well, when he was visiting in the principality, before he was king, he had a son by a Welsh lady, and he was called Harry-ap-Harry, which means, Harry the son of Harry. All his descendants were called Ap-Harry. At last it got changed to Harris. My name is Harris, and all the Harris's in Pembrokeshire are descended from Harry-ap-Harry; so I leave you, my dear young lady, to judge, whether the blood in my veins is blood-royal or not. I have heard my grandfather say a hundred times, that his father had told him, that his grandfather had seen the pedigree of the ApHarrys, and that the parchment was nearly twenty yards long!”.

The attention I paid to this statement, which was delivered with great animation, had the desired effect, for it soothed the angry

feelings of the kind-hearted, but passionate Welsh woman.

I was very much exhausted by my endeavours to console her under the insult she had received from the Jobsons, but I could not dismiss her till I had made her happy by assuring her of my gratitude, and that I hoped she would accompany me to my new lodgings, and wait upon me there till I was able to leave them, and that I would remunerate her for her trouble to the best of my ability ; while, in the interim, she would have ample time to look out for a place.

She expressed her delight and gratitude at this proposal, and I was also much pleased in the prospect of having so kind a creature with me when I should go to a new lodging, as I felt quite afraid at the idea of being alone among strangers.


“Our life is all a play, compos’d to please,
We have our exits and our entrances.”


At the expiration of a fortnight I was able to be moved to the Bayswater Road.

It was agreed that I was to pay seven shillings a week for a small sitting and bed-room, and two and sixpence more for Patty.

It was on a rather warm day in August, that I left my miserable room wrapped up in blankets, and was placed in a rumbling hackney-coach.

I felt quite pleased in the prospect of seeing the country once more, and enjoying the luxury of a garden.

Belle-vue, too, which was the name of the


mansion, held out the expectation of an extensive and lovely prospect.

After shaking over the stones for some time we reached the long-looked for road. But there was some difficulty in finding out the abode.

The coachman stopped at the door of a shop to inquire where.“ Belle-vue House” was.

“ There are twenty Belle-vues in this row," was the answer.

“Well, but where does Mr. Smith live?”

“ Mr. Smith! There are at least fifty Mr. Smiths.”

“ Hang it,” said the coachman, I mean “Mr. John Smith.”

“There are thirty-two Mr. John Smiths," replied the wag.

Patty, who was inside with me, and who had listened with great impatience to this conversation, became quite angry at the man's incivility, as she called it, saying, “ If you were in my country you would see how differently the people would behave to strangers.”

: She then called to the coachman to go on, and not talk to such rude people, telling him

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