"Twy me for wobbewy... oh! Some more water... Let them twy me, but I`ll always thwash scoundwels... and I`ll tell the Empewo`... Ice..." he muttered.

The evening came to an end at last, but Kate had yet to be handed downstairs by the detested Sir Mulberry; and so skilfully were the manoeuvres of Messrs Pyke and Pluck conducted, that she and the baronet were the last of the party, and were even—without an appearance of effort or design—left at some little distance behind.