_Chancellor._ No; and the cold marble floor of the Palace has quite chilled me. What have you here? [Seats himself at the breakfast table.] Our most excellent Prince has been heaping new favours upon me. You have heard, no doubt, [to Lewis] of the bustle there has been. An underclerk of the Treasury, a man of no extraction, accused me of a fraud, in executing the late regulations for the distribution of corn to the poor. _Lewis._ So I have been informed--and what is our Prince's pleasure? _Chancellor._ As the man could bring no evidence whatever, his Serene Highness, for the reparation of my honour, has been graciously pleased to punish him. _Lewis._ And in what manner? _Chancellor._ The warrant was signed yesterday, [drinks]--To be cashiered and banished. _Lewis._ He is pretty well rewarded. _Chancellor._ I have supplicated, my dear Sir, for a mitigation of the sentence--but in vain----Samuel, cut me a wing of that fowl----I have sent another letter, on your account, to Mr. Drave. _Lewis._ Too kind, my Lord. _Chancellor._ I long to see his answer. To my last he sent an absolute refusal. _Lewis._ Is it possible? Can he dare? _Chancellor_ [rising]. He has not gathered roses by it, my dear Sir--No, no, [laughs] L.4000, which I had in his hands, I withdrew instantly.--Your good father was wrong to put such promising sons under this man's guardianship. _Lewis._ I agree with you; but some of his best friends advised him. _Chancellor_ [taking snuff]. Has Drave ever given any account of his guardianship? _Lewis._ Not yet. _Chancellor._ Note that, Samuel. He _shall_ give it--I have hinted it in Court already--You must not lose your fortune, my dear Sir. _Lewis._ I do not think there is any danger. _Chancellor._ Well, but have you drawn up a statement of your property, as you promised? _Lewis_ [gives him a paper]. Here it is. _Chancellor_ [looking over it]. So, so; a very good fortune! [muttering] L.10,000 in the hands of Rose--Which Rose is that? _Lewis._ John Frederick. _Chancellor._ Samuel, give me the red ink.--[Writes.] So, so--L.10,000, at John Frederick Rose's. _Lewis._ May I ask why that name strikes you so much? _Chancellor._ For important reasons. _Lewis._ You think---- _Chancellor._ That your property is not in the best hands, my dear Sir. Rose is rather in a ticklish situation just now. _Lewis._ I may lose it then! _Chancellor._ Not you exactly, but your worthy tutor might suffer. [Looks at the back of the paper.] Aye, aye; many drawbacks too--you are not the best manager, my good friend. _Lewis._ I know it, my Lord. _Chancellor._ Overcharged besides by your honest guardian now and then. I am a plain, sincere man. Speak freely--the valuable furniture--the plate--is there any regular inventory? _Lewis._ No, my Lord. It was in the will. _Chancellor._ You must apply to the Court then. _Lewis._ Yes--But--