"Oh, come--we must be calm; it will never do to discompose ourselves. Take a glass of brandy and water, doctor, and we'll drink success to the profession. What! you won't, eh? Well then, Boots, you take one and I'll finish the other. Here is Doctor Morgan's very good health," cried Cutts, advancing to the head of the stairs, "and may he long continue to be an ornament to his profession!" "Low scoundrel!" cried one of the young gentlemen in lemon-coloured gloves, recognising his former antagonist. "There's the rest of it for you, my fine fellow," retorted Cutts, and the tumbler whizzed within an inch of Young Shrewsbury's maccassared locks. A rush was made up the staircase by several of the aggravated natives; but Cutts stood at bay like a lion, and threatened instant death to the first person who should approach him. The commotion was at its height when I recognised the voice of Mr Ginger. "Cutts, is that you? come down this instant, sir!" and the crestfallen Saxon obeyed. "Freddy, where are you?" cried my uncle. "Here!" "A pretty business you two fellows have been making of it!" said Scripio, with wonderful mildness. "But never mind; let them laugh who win. We've done the trick for you!" "Indeed, uncle! how so?" "The Biggleswade bill has passed, and I've sold your shares at nineteen premium." "Then I have"---- "Exactly twenty thousand pounds." I felt as if my head were turning round. At that moment I caught a glimpse of Mary leaning on her father's arm. She looked prettier than ever. "Doctor Morgan," I said, "there has been a mistake here--will you suffer me to explain it?" "Certainly," said the doctor, in a very mollified tone; "if you will breakfast with me to-morrow morning." Twenty thousand pounds _do_ make a difference in a man's position. "May I come too, doctor?" hiccuped Cutts. "No, sir; and, if you do not wish to be prosecuted, you had better send me a fee to-morrow morning." "Oh, come!" said old Scripio. "I daresay it was merely a bit of fun. I'll settle the fees, doctor. Put Cutts to bed, and let the rest of us have a bit of supper." On that day three weeks I married Mary Morgan, and have never taken another share in any railway since. If the reader wishes to know the reason, he may consult the list of present prices. GERMAN-AMERICAN ROMANCES. THE VICEROY AND THE ARISTOCRACY, OR MEXICO IN 1812. PART THE THIRD.