What, in the name of wonder, could have become of you the day I left London! Your valet was drunk when I stopped full of intelligence at your lodgings. Uc--and Hic--was all I could get from the fellow for a time--and then followed 'Yes, Sir,--to be sure, my Lord--I'll tell you at once--my Lord is gone, Sir,--in a post-chaise and four, my Lord.'-- 'Where is Sir Walter gone, puppy?' 'Sir Walter, my Lord!--Oh yes--Sir Walter is gone--I don't know where he is gone, Sir Walter.' Drive on, cried I; and home I went, to step from my carriage to the travelling chaise, in which with my dear father I was gently whirled down to Monkton Hall. What a life have I led these three days!--A pestilence on your throat, I say!--There he sits, Walter, the bird of night and wisdom; and, with his quavering Hoo----oo----oo, calls on me to be solemn if I can't be wise. I hate wisdom; and, had I not a story to tell you, would sit down and rail at it. Every clock from every steeple last Wednesday morning sounded seven as I with pledged honour and empty pockets drove home from ----. The memento was insolent; and I was splenetic. I longed to throw stones at the steeples; and to knock down each sturdy porter who looked into the chariot, to inform me by his clear eye and vigorous step that he has passed the night in rest, and had arisen poor indeed but happy. Impudent scoundrel! He, a porter! I, a viscount! I undressed and went to bed; where I had the felicity of ruminating till ten o'clock upon the vast increase of my knowledge and happiness since I became so intimately connected with Spellman and his associates. At which hour of ten, the Earl sent a servant to request I would breakfast with him. Qualms of apprehension stole upon me. I foreboded strange discoveries and severe remonstrances; and, as I felt too humbled in my own opinion to be insolent even to my father, I considered how to avoid the interview, till I had mechanically staggered into the Earl's dressing-room, where I was received with 'good morning to your lordship.' 'I hope you are well, my Lord,' said I; and throwing myself across the sopha we sipped a cup of chocolate in silence. 'I enquired for you last evening,' said the Earl. 'I believe, Lord Filmar, it was extremely late ere you came home.' 'It was extremely late my Lord,' replied I. As I so readily agreed in his opinion, the Earl was at a loss how to proceed. Twice he removed his chair, played with a tea-spoon, and we finished our chocolate. After the breakfast things were removed, the Earl turned his chair more toward me. 'Hem,' said he,--'Hem!' I arose and wished his lordship a good morning. 'Stay, Lord Filmar, a moment--pray sit down. Hem! I understand but too well--that is I suspect--I am fearful, the company you keep will do you harm.'