succeeded, at length, in reaching the Oxford Street establishment, before the door of which five or six carriages were standing. I should say that, at the moment of Mr. Titmouse's strutting into that scene of his former miserable servitude, he experienced a gush of delight sufficient to have effaced all recollection of the wretchedness, privation, and oppression, endured in his early days. There was presently an evident flutter among the gentlemen engaged behind the counter--for, thought they--it must be "the great Mr. Titmouse!" Mr. Tag-rag, catching sight of him, bounced out of his little room, and bustled up to him through the crowd of customers, bowing, scraping, blushing, and rubbing his hands, full of pleasurable excitement, and exhibiting the most profound obsequiousness. "Hope you're well, sir," he commenced in a low tone, but instantly added, in a louder voice, observing that Mr. Titmouse chose to appear to have come merely upon business, "what can I have the honor to do for you, sir, this morning?" And handing him a stool, Tag-rag, with a respectful air, received a very liberal order from Mr. Titmouse, and called for a shopman to make a minute of the precious words which fell from the lips of Mr. Titmouse. "Dear me, sir, is that your cab?" said Tag-rag, as, having accompanied Titmouse, bowing at every step, to the door, they both stood there for a moment, "I never saw such a beautiful turn-out in my life, sir"---- "Ya--a--s. Pretty well--pretty well; but that young rascal of mine's dirtied one of his boots a little--dem him!" and he looked terrors at the tiger. "Oh dear!--so he has; shall I wipe it off, sir? _Do_ let one of my young men"---- "No, it don't signify much. By the way, Mr. Tag-rag," added Mr. Titmouse, in a drawling way, "all well at--at--demme if I've not, at this moment, forgot the name of your place in the country"---- "Satin Lodge, sir," said Tag-rag, meekly, but with infinite inward uneasiness. "Oh--ay, to be sure. One sees, 'pon my soul, such a lot of places--but--eh?--all well?" "All very well, indeed, sir; and constantly talking of you, sir," replied Tag-rag, with an earnestness amounting to intensity. "Ah--well! My compliments--" here he drew on his second glove, and moved towards his cab, Tag-rag accompanying him--"glad they're well. If ever I'm driving that way--good-day!" In popped Titmouse--up jumped his tiger behind--crack went his whip--and away darted the horse and splendid vehicle--Tag-rag following it with an admiring and anxious eye.