. The Ingoldsby legends : or, Mirth and marvels. it, smoked something amiss,And said, with some energy, D it! whats this ? He went home in a fume, And bounced into her room,Crying, So, Maam, I find Ive some cause to be jealous!Look here!—heres a proof you run after the fellows!—Now take up that pen,—if its bad choose a better,—And write, as I dictate, this moment a letter To Monsieur—you know who! The Lady looked blue,But replied with much firmness, Hang me if I do! De Guise grasped her wrist With his great bony fist,And pinched it, and gave it so painful a his hard iron gauntlet th
. The Ingoldsby legends : or, Mirth and marvels. it, smoked something amiss,And said, with some energy, D it! whats this ? He went home in a fume, And bounced into her room,Crying, So, Maam, I find Ive some cause to be jealous!Look here!—heres a proof you run after the fellows!—Now take up that pen,—if its bad choose a better,—And write, as I dictate, this moment a letter To Monsieur—you know who! The Lady looked blue,But replied with much firmness, Hang me if I do! De Guise grasped her wrist With his great bony fist,And pinched it, and gave it so painful a his hard iron gauntlet the flesh went an inch in,—She did not mind death, but she could not stand pinching; So she sat down and wrote This polite little note:— Dear Mister St. Megrin, The Chiefs of the League inOur house mean to dine This evening at nine;I shall, soon after ten. Slip away from the men. And youll find me up stairs in the drawing-room then; Come up the back way, or those impudent thieves Of Servants will see you. Yours, Catherine of THE TRAGEDY. 215 She directed and sealed it, all pale as a ghost,And De Guise put it into the Twopenny Post. St. Megrin had almost jumped out of his skinFor joy that day when the post came in; He read the note through, Then began it anew,And thought it almost too good news to be true.— He clapped on his hat, And a hood over a cloak to disguise him, and make him look fat;So great his impatience from half after FourHe was waiting till Ten at De Guises back he heard the great clock of St. Genevieve chimeHe ran up the back staircase six steps at a time. He had scarce made his bow, He hardly knew how, When alas! and alack! There was no getting the drawing-room door was banged to with a whack;— In vain he applied To the handle and tried,Somebody or other had locked it outside!And the Duchess in agony mourned her mishap, We are caught like a couple of rats in a trap. Now the Duchesss Page, About twelve years of
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