She sank, at length, into unconsciousness, amid a soft confusion of glistening white satin--favors--bridesmaids--Mrs. Tittlebat Tit--Tit--Tit--Tit--mouse. Titmouse, about half-past nine o'clock on the ensuing morning, was sitting in his little room in a somewhat troubled humor, musing on many things, and little imagining the intense interest he had excited in the feelings of the amiable occupants of Satin Lodge, when a knock at his door startled him out of his revery. Guess his amazement to see, on opening it, Mr. Tag-rag! "Your most obedient, sir," commenced that gentleman, in a subdued and obsequious manner, plucking off his hat the instant that he saw Titmouse. "I hope you're better, sir!--Been very uneasy, sir, about you." "Please to walk in, sir," replied Titmouse, not a little flustered--"I'm better, sir, thank you." "Happy to hear it, sir?--But am also come to offer humble apologies for the rudeness of that upstart that was so rude to you yesterday, at my premises--know whom I mean, eh?--Lutestring--I shall get rid of him, I do think"---- "Thank you, sir---- But--but--when I was in your employ"---- "_Was_ in my employ!" interrupted Tag-rag, with a sigh, gazing earnestly at him--"It's no use trying to hide it any longer! I've all along seen you was a world too good for--in fact, quite above your situation in _my_ poor shop! I _may_ have been wrong, Mr. Titmouse," he continued diffidently, as he placed himself on what seemed the only chair in the room, (Titmouse sitting on a common wooden stool)--"but I did it for the best--eh?--don't you understand me, Mr. Titmouse?" Titmouse continued looking on the floor incredulously, sheepishly, and somewhat sullenly. "Very much obliged, sir," at length he answered--"but must say you've rather a funny way of showing it, sir. Look at the sort of life you've led me for this"---- "Ah! knew you'd say so! But I can lay my hand on my heart, Mr. Titmouse, and declare to God--I can, indeed, Mr. Titmouse"---- Titmouse preserved a very embarrassing silence.--"_See_ I'm out of your good books--But--won't you forget and forgive, Mr. Titmouse? I _meant_ well. Nay, I humbly beg forgiveness for everything you've not liked in me. Can I say more? Come, Mr. Titmouse, you've a noble nature, and I ask forgiveness!" cried Tag-rag, softly and earnestly: you would have thought that his life depended on his success in what he was doing! "You--you ought to do it before the whole shop, if you're in earnest," replied Titmouse, a little relenting--"for they've all seen your goings on." "Them!--the brutes!--the vulgar fellows, eugh!--you and I, Mr. Titmouse, are a _leetle_ above such cattle as them! D' ye think we ought to mind what _servants_ say?--Only you say the word, and I make a clean sweep of 'em all; you shall have the premises to yourself, Mr. Titmouse, within an hour after any of those chaps shows you the least glimmer of disrespect."