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For at the very moment when Lady Gorgon had stopped at Mr.Scully's door, the four above-named individuals had issued from Great James Street into Bedford Row.

Lucy cried out that it was her aunt's carriage, and they all saw Mr.Scully come out, bare-headed, in the sunshine, and my Lady descend, and the pair go into the house.They meanwhile entered by Mr.Perkins's own private door, and had been occupied in examining the delightful rooms on the ground-floor, which were to be his dining-room and library--from which they ascended a stair to visit the other two rooms, which were to form Mrs.John Perkins's drawing-room and bedroom.Now whether it was that they trod softly, or that the stairs were covered with a grand new carpet and drugget, as was the case, or that the party within were too much occupied in themselves to heed any outward disturbances, I know not; but Lucy, who was advancing with John (he was saying something about one of the apartments, the rogue!)--Lucy started and whispered, "There is somebody in the rooms!" and at that instant began the speech already reported, "THANK YOU, THANK YOU, DEAR MR.SCULLY," etc.etc., which was delivered by Lady Gorgon in a full clear voice; for, to do her Ladyship justice, SHE had not one single grain of love for Mr.Scully, and during the delivery of her little oration, was as cool as the coolest cucumber.

Then began the impassioned rejoinder, to which the four listened on the landing-place; and then the little "William," as narrated above:

at which juncture Mr.Crampton thought proper to rattle at the door, and, after a brief pause, to enter with his party.

"William" had had time to bounce off his knees, and was on a chair at the other end of the room.

"What, Lady Gorgon!" said Mr.Crampton, with excellent surprise, "how delighted I am to see you! Always, I see employed in works of charity" (the chapel-of-ease paper was on her knees), "and on such an occasion, too,--it is really the most wonderful coincidence! My dear madam, here is a silly fellow, a nephew of mine, who is going to marry a silly girl, a niece of your own.""Sir, I--" began Lady Gorgon, rising.

"They heard every word," whispered Mr.Crampton eagerly."Come forward, Mr.Perkins, and show yourself." Mr.Perkins made a genteel bow."Miss Lucy, please to shake hands with your aunt; and this, my dear madam, is Mrs.Biggs, of Mecklenburgh Square, who, if she were not too old, might marry a gentleman in the Treasury, who is your very humble servant." And with this gallant speech, old Mr.Crampton began helping everybody to sherry and cake.

As for William Pitt Scully, he had disappeared, evaporated, in the most absurd sneaking way imaginable.Lady Gorgon made good her retreat presently, with much dignity, her countenance undismayed, and her face turned resolutely to the foe.

About five days afterwards, that memorable contest took place in the House of Commons, in which the partisans of Mr.Macabaw were so very nearly getting him the Speakership.On the day that the report of the debate appeared in the Times, there appeared also an announcement in the Gazette as follows:--"The King has been pleased to appoint John Perkins, Esquire, to be Deputy-Subcomptroller of His Majesty's Tape Office and Custos of the Sealing-Wax Department."Mr.Crampton showed this to his nephew with great glee, and was chuckling to think how Mr.William Pitt Scully would be annoyed, who had expected the place, when Perkins burst out laughing and said, "By heavens, here is my own speech! Scully has spoken every word of it; he has only put in Mr.Pincher's name in the place of Mr.Macabaw's."

"He is ours now," responded his uncle, "and I told you WE WOULD HAVEHIM FOR NOTHING.I told you, too, that you should be married from Sir George Gorgon's, and here is proof of it."It was a letter from Lady Gorgon, in which she said that, "had she known Mr.Perkins to be a nephew of her friend Mr.Crampton, she never for a moment would have opposed his marriage with her niece, and she had written that morning to her dear Lucy, begging that the marriage breakfast should take place in Baker Street.""It shall be in Mecklenburgh Square," said John Perkins stoutly; and in Mecklenburgh Square it was.

William Pitt Scully, Esquire, was, as Mr.Crampton said, hugely annoyed at the loss of the place for his nephew.He had still, however, his hopes to look forward to, but these were unluckily dashed by the coming in of the Whigs.As for Sir George Gorgon, when he came to ask about his peerage, Hawksby told him that they could not afford to lose him in the Commons, for a Liberal Member would infallibly fill his place.

And now that the Tories are out and the Whigs are in, strange to say a Liberal does fill his place.This Liberal is no other than Sir George Gorgon himself, who is still longing to be a lord, and his lady is still devout and intriguing.So that the Members for Oldborough have changed sides, and taunt each other with apostasy, and hate each other cordially.Mr.Crampton still chuckles over the manner in which he tricked them both, and talks of those five minutes during which he stood on the landing-place, and hatched and executed his "Bedford-Row Conspiracy."End