106 MEMOIES OF JOSEPH GEIMAI.DI. "ISTot more so than usual, I think," said the Prince. " Pardon me, your Highness, I think I'm right. Oh, dear me, yes! it's decidedly a larger basket, a much larger basket," replied Sheridan. " Good God, she staggers under it! Ah! she has recovered herself.—Poor girl, poor girl!" The Prince had watched the girl very closely, but the symp- toms of exhaustion which Sheridan had so feelingly deplored •were nevertheless quite invisible to him. "She will certainly fall," continued Sheridan, in a low abstracted tone; "that girl will fall down before she reaches this house." "Pooh, pooh!" said the Prince. " She fall!—nonsense! she is too well used to it." " She will," said Sheridan. "I'll bet you a cool hundred she does not," replied the Prince. " Done!" cried Sheridan. " Done!" repeated his Eoyal Highness. The point of the story is, that the girl did fall down just before she reached the club-Tiouse. It was very likely an acci- dent, inasmuch as people seldom fall down on purpose, especially when they carry crockery; but still there were not wanting some malicious persons who pretended to trace the tumble to another source. At all events, it was a curious coincidence, and a strong proof of the accuracy of Sheridan's judgment in such matters, anyway. The friend told this story while they were changing horses, laughing very much when he had finished, as most people's friends do: and, as if it had only whetted his appetite for fun, at once looked out for another object on whom to exercise his torn for practical joking. The chaise, after moving very slowly for some yards, came to a dead stop behind some heavy waggons which obstructed the road. This stoppage chanced to occur directly opposite the principal inn, from one of the coffee-roomridan.