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 with my advice, all those who think fit to consult me." Splendid peroration!

"Oh, my Lord!" carelessly remarked Vivian, "I thought it was a mere on dit."

"Thought what, my dear Sir, you really quite perplex me."

"I mean to say, my Lord—I, I thought it was impossible the overtures had been made."

"Overtures, Mr. Vivian Grey?"

"Yes, my Lord! Overtures—hasn't your Lordship seen the Post?—but I knew it was impossible,—I said so, I"

"Said what, Mr. Vivian Grey?"

"Said that the whole paragraph was unfounded."

"Paragraph! what paragraph?" and his Lordship rose, and rang the library bell, with, a vehemence worthy of a Marquess—"Sadler, bring me the Morning Post."

The servant entered with the paper: Mr. Vivian Grey seized it from his hands before it reached the Marquess, and glancing his eye