"We shall anchor there in the course of an hour, and probably remain there till to-morrow. Steward, bring coffee. Tell the cook these cutlets were remarkably well-dressed." The ladies retired to their cabin. Miss Ossulton was now convinced that it was all a hoax; "but," said she, "I shall tell Lord B--- my opinion of their practical jokes when he returns. What is his lordship's name who is on board?" "He won't tell us," replied Mrs Lascelles; "but I think I know; it is Lord Blarney." "Lord Blaney you mean, I presume," said Miss Ossulton; "however the thing is carried too far. Cecilia, we will go on shore at Torquay, and wait till the yacht returns with Lord B---. I don't like these jokes; they may do very well for widows, and people of no rank." Now Mrs Lascelles was sorry to find Miss Ossulton so much at her ease. She owed her no little spite, and wished for revenge. Ladies will go very far to obtain this. How far Mrs Lascelles would have gone, I will not pretend to say; but this is certain, that the last innuendo of Miss Ossulton very much added to her determination. She took her bonnet and went on deck, at once told Pickersgill that he could not please her or Cecilia more than by frightening Miss Ossulton, who, under the idea that it was all a hoax, had quite recovered her spirits; talked of her pride and ill-nature, and wished her to receive a useful lesson. Thus, to follow up her revenge, did Mrs Lascelles commit herself so far, as to be confidential with the smuggler in return. "Mrs Lascelles, I shall be able to obey you, and, at the same time, to combine business with pleasure."