He shrieked out something about "arretez," and "Francais," and "champ- d'honneur;" but we walked on, Gus putting his thumb to his nose and stretching out his finger at Master Frenchman. This made everybody laugh; and so the adventure ended. About ten days after my aunt's departure came a letter from her, of which I give a copy:-- "My Dear Nephew,--It was my earnest whish e'er this to have returned to London, where I am sure you and my niece Titmarsh miss me very much, and where she, poor thing, quite inexperienced in the ways of 'the great metropulus,' in aconamy, and indeed in every qualaty requasit in a good wife and the mistress of a famaly, can hardly manidge, I am sure, without me. "Tell her _on no account_ to pay more than 6.5_d_. for the prime pieces, 4.75_d_. for soup meat; and that the very best of London butter is to be had for 8.5_d_.; of course, for pudns and the kitchin you'll employ a commoner sort. My trunks were sadly packed by Mrs. Titmarsh, and the hasp of the portmantyou-lock has gone through my yellow satn. I have darned it, and woar it already twice, at two ellygant (though quiat) evening-parties given by my _hospatable_ host; and my pegreen velvet on Saturday at a grand dinner, when Lord Scaramouch handed me to table. Everything was in the most _sumptious style_. Soup top and bottom (white and brown), removed by turbit and sammon with _immense boles of lobster-sauce_. Lobsters alone cost 15_s_. Turbit, three guineas. The hole sammon, weighing, I'm sure, 15 lbs., and _never seen_ at table again; not a bitt of pickled sammon the hole weak afterwards. This kind of extravigance would _just suit_ Mrs. Sam Titmarsh, who, as I always say, burns _the candle at both ends_. Well, young people, it is lucky for you you have an old aunt who knows better, and has a long purse; without witch, I dare say, _some_ folks would be glad to see her out of doors. I don't mean you, Samuel, who have, I must say, been a dutiful nephew to me. Well, I dare say I shan't live long, and some folks won't be sorry to have me in my grave. "Indeed, on Sunday I was taken in my stomick very ill, and thought it might have been the lobster-sauce; but Doctor Blogg, who was called in, said it was, he very much feared, _cumsumptive_; but gave me some pills and a draft wh made me better. Please call upon him--he lives at Pimlico, and you can walk out there after office hours--and present him with 1_l_. 1_s_., with my compliments. I have no money here but a 10_l_. note, the rest being locked up in my box at Lamb's Cundit Street.