MR. WOGAN WEARS LADY OXFORD'S LIVERY, BUT DOES NOT REMAIN IN HER SERVICE. The question with which Mr. Wogan lay down to sleep after Lady Oxford's rout, woke him at noon; he sent a boy whom he could trust to Ryder Street to desire Colonel Montague's attendance. Montague came back presently with the boy, and gave Wogan the news that the Parson was taken. 'There was no escape possible,' he said. 'I cannot tell you the innermost truth of the affair, because the secret is not mine to tell; but, Mr. Wogan, you will take my word for it, your friend was in the net.' 'The room was searched?' 'And his papers seized. One or two, I believe, were burned, but the greater part were seized,' and then he broke out with an oath. 'Damn these plots! What in the world made you meddle with such Tory nonsense?' 'Faith,' said Wogan, 'I have been wondering how ever you demeaned yourself to become a Whig.' Wogan wondered very much more what strange mishap had brought Mr. Kelly to this pass at the moment when he seemed to have success beneath his hand. Something wholly unexpected must have happened during those few minutes when he and Smilinda were left alone. Something had happened, indeed, but it was something very much simpler than Mr. Wogan looked for, who had not the key to the Parson's thoughts. However, he forebore to inquire, and instead: 'Colonel,' said he, 'you professed last night that you were under some trifling obligation to me.' 'I trust to-day to make the profession good.' 'Faith, then you can, Colonel. There's a little matter of a quarrel.' At this the Colonel broke in with a laugh. 'With whom?' 'With a lad I have taken a great liking for,' and the Colonel laughed again. 'Therefore I would not put a slight on him by missing a certain appointment. It is Lord Sidney Beauclerk.' Colonel Montague's face clouded as he heard the name. 'And the reason of the quarrel?' 'He took objection to a few words I spoke last night.' 'About a ballad? I heard the words.' 'I told him that he would find a friend of mine waiting at Burton's Coffee-house this morning, and I doubt if many friends of mine will be seen abroad to-day.' Montague rose from the bed. 'I will not deny,' he said, 'that there are services I should have preferred to render you. But I will go to Burton's, on one condition, Mr. Wogan--that you do not stir from this house until I come back to you. There's an ill wind blowing which might occasion you discomfort if you went abroad.' This he said with some significance. 'It catches at one's throat, I dare say,' replied Wogan, taking his meaning. 'I have a tender sort of delicate throat in some weathers.'