LENETTE'S HONEYMOON--BOOK BREWING--SCHULRATH STIEFEL--MR. EVERARD-- A DAY BEFORE THE FAIR--THE RED COW--ST. MICHAEL'S FAIR--THE BEGGARS' OPERA--DIABOLICAL TEMPTATION IN THE WILDERNESS, OR THE MANNIKIN OF FASHION--AUTUMN JOYS--A NEW LABYRINTH. The world could not make a greater mistake than to suppose that our common hero would be to be seen on the Monday sitting in a mourning coach, in a mourning cloak, crape hat-band and scarf, and black shoe-buckles, figuring as chief mourner at the sham funeral of his happiness and his capital. Heavens! how _can_ the world make such an exceedingly bad shot as that? The advocate was not even in _quarter_ mourning, let alone half; he was in as good spirits as if he had this third chapter before him, and were just beginning it, as I am. The reason was, that he had drawn up an able plaint against his guardian, Blaise (enlivening it with sundry satirical touches, which nobody but himself understood), and laid it before the Inheritance Office. When we are in a difficulty, it is always so much gained if we can but _do something or other_. Let fortune bluster in our faces with ever so harsh and frosty an autumn wind--as long as it does not break the fore joint of our wing (as in the case of the swans), our very fluttering, though it may not transport us into a warmer climate, will at all events have the effect of warming us a little. From motives of kindness, Siebenkæs kept his wife in ignorance of the delay in the settling of his heritage accounts, as well as of the old story of the change of names; he thought there was very little likelihood of a struggling advocate's wife ever having an opportunity of looking over a patrician's shoulder into his family hand at cards.