"Well, Jacobina! you little know the pains I takes to serve you--the lies I tells for you--endangered my precious soul for your sake, you jade! Ah! may well rub your sides against me. Jacobina! Jacobina! you be the only thing in the world that cares a button for me. I have neither kith nor kin. You are daughter--friend--wife to me: if any thing happened to you, I should not have the heart to love any thing else. Any body o' me, but you be as kind as any mistress, and much more tractable than any wife; but the world gives you a bad name, Jacobina. Why? Is it that you do worse than the world do? You has no morality in you, Jacobina; well, but has the world?--no! But it has humbug--you have no humbug, Jacobina. On the faith of a man, Jacobina, you be better than the world!--baugh! You takes care of your own interest, but you takes care of your master's too!--You loves me as well as yourself. Few cats can say the same, Jacobina! and no gossip that flings a stone at your pretty brindled skin, can say half as much. We must not forget your kittens, Jacobina;--you have four left--they must be provided for. Why not a cat's children as well as a courtier's? I have got you a comfortable home, Jacobina--take care of yourself, and don't fall in love with every Tomcat in the place. Be sober, and lead a single life till my return. Come, Jacobina, we will lock up the house, and go and see the quarters I have provided for you.-- Heigho!" As he finished his harangue, the Corporal locked the door of his cottage, and Jacobina trotting by his side, he stalked with his usual stateliness to the Spotted Dog. Dame Dorothy Dealtry received him with a clouded brow, but the man of the world knew whom he had to deal with. On Wednesday morning Jacobina was inducted into the comforts of the hearth of mine host;--and her four little kittens mewed hard by, from the sinecure of a basket lined with flannel. Reader. Here is wisdom in this chapter: it is not every man who knows how to dispose of his cat! CHAPTER XII. A STRANGE HABIT.--WALTER'S INTERVIEW WITH MADELINE.--HER GENEROUS AND CONFIDING DISPOSITION.--WALTER'S ANGER.--THE PARTING MEAL.--CONVERSATION BETWEEN THE UNCLE AND NEPHEW.-- WALTER ALONE.--SLEEP THE BLESSING OF THE YOUNG. Fall. Out, out, unworthy to speak where he breatheth.... Punt. Well now, my whole venture is forth, I will resolve to depart. --Ben Jonson.--Every Man out of his Humour.