CHAPTER XIX.

WHOSE END RECONCILES OUR HERO WITH ITS BEGINNING.

Mr. Schnackenberger's howling had (as the waiter predicted) gradually

died away, and he was grimly meditating on his own miseries, to which

he had now lost all hope of seeing an end before daylight, when the

sudden rattling of a key at the yard door awakened flattering hopes in

his breast. It proved to be the waiter, who came to make a gaol

delivery--and on letting him out said, 'I am commissioned by the

gentlemen to secure your silence;' at the same time putting into his

hand a piece of gold.

'The d----l take your gold!' said Mr. Schnackenberger: 'is this the

practice at your house--first to abuse your guests, and then have the

audacity to offer them money?'

'Lord, protect us!' said the waiter, now examining his face, 'is it you?

but who would ever have looked for you in such a dress as this? The

gentlemen took you for one of the police. Lord! to think what a trouble

you'll have had!'

And it now came out, that a party of foreigners had pitched upon Mr.

Jeremiah's room as a convenient one for playing at hazard and some other

forbidden games; and to prevent all disturbance from the police, had

posted their servants, who spoke not a word of German, as sentinels at

the door.

'But how came you to let my room for such a purpose?'

'Because we never expected to see you to-night; we had heard that the

gentleman in the dreadnought had been taken up at the theatre, and

committed. But the gentlemen are all gone now; and the room's quite at

your service.'

Mr. Schnackenberger, however, who had lost the first part of the night's

sleep from suffering, was destined to lose the second from pleasure: for

the waiter now put into his hands the following billet: 'No doubt you

must have waited for me to no purpose in the passages of the theatre:

but alas! our firmest resolutions we have it not always in our power to

execute; and on this occasion, I found it quite impossible consistently

with decorum to separate myself from my attendants. Will you therefore

attend the hunt to-morrow morning? there I hope a better opportunity

will offer.'

It added to his happiness on this occasion that the princess had

manifestly not detected him as the man in the dreadnought.

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