deal too bad for them-only think-a deal too bad for them-that it is." "And there is a prospect of war too," suggested Peregrine, "I should compromise myself eternally if I were to shrink now from accepting a servicecommand-no, no,-my dear aunt, it is a great bore, but I must go." As Peregrine uttered these words with much decision of tone, Mrs. Poggleton did not attempt any more to persuade him towards the medical certificate, but began upon her favourite subject-the only subject in which she really took pleasure in conversing-namely, personality of some sort or other-and after telling a great number of very amusing anecdotes, which had not the least effect in beguiling our hero, wondered where Julia could have gone to, and vapoured out of the room to fetch her. Julia came to tiffin, and to all appearance was precisely the same as usual: appearances though are often deceitful. END OF VOL. II. C. WHITING, BEAUFORT HOUSE, STRAND. |