I've learned that a return omnibus left the "Toy" at seven o'clock, and then started for our peregrination of the palace and grounds. But somehow that pint or ale seemed to have completely changed poor Revitts. The late injury to his head had made him so weak there, that the ale acted upon him in the strangest manner. He was excited and irritable, and seemed to be brooding over the remarks he had heard upon the omnibus. The gardens, of course, took our attention first, and there being few people about, and those of a holiday class, the gay costume of my companions ceased to excite notice, and I began to enjoy our trip. There were the great smooth gravel walks, the closely shaven lawns, the quaintly clipped shrubs, and old-fashioned flower beds to admire. The fountain in the centre made so much spray in the pleasant breeze that from one point of view there was a miniature rainbow, and when we walked down to the iron railings, and gazed at the long avenue of the Home Park, with its bright canal-like lake between, Mary was enraptured. "Oh, do look, dear!" she exclaimed; "isn't it 'evingly, William?" "Yes," he said stolidly, as he took hold of the railing with his white kid glove; "but what I say is this: Every man who enters into the state of wedlock ought fust to make sure as the woman he marries ain't a big-a-mee." Here he unbuttoned his waistcoat, under the impression that it was his uniform coat, so as to get out his notebook, and then, awakening to his mistake, hastily buttoned it again. "Haven't got a pencil and a bit o' paper, have you, Ant'ny?" he said. "What are you talking about, William?" exclaimed Mary. "Don't be so foolish. Now, take us and show us the oranges Master Antony," she said. This was on the strength of my having invested in a guidebook, though both my companions seemed to place themselves in my hands, and looked up to me as being crammed with a vast amount of knowledge about Cardinal Wolsey, Henry the Eighth, and those who had made the palace their home. So I took them to see the Orangery, which Revitts, who seemed quite out of temper, looked down upon with contempt. "Bah!" he exclaimed; "call them oranges! Why, I could go and buy twice as good in Grey's Inn Lane for three a penny. That there woman, Ant'ny, what was her name?" "What woman?" "Her as committed big-a-mee?" "Oh, do adone with such stuff, William dear. Now, Master Antony, what's next?" "I know," said Revitts oracularly, "Mrs Simmons. I say she ought to have been examined before a police magistrate, and after proper adjournments, and the case regularly made up by the sergeant who had it in charge, she ought to have been committed for trial." "Oh, William dear, do adone," cried Mary, clinging to his arm. "Cent. Crim. Court--" "William!" "Old Bailey--" "William dear!" "Before a jury of her fellow-countrymen, or,--I say, Ant'ny ain't that wrong?" "What?" I said, laughing.