\"IsGustavustobetrusted？\"
\"Trusted，ma’am！\"criedMr。Ferdinand，lookingatGustavus，whohadassumedanexpressionofpaleandpatheticdignity。\"Trusted——aLondonfootman！Oh，ma’am！\"
Hisvoicefailed。Hechokedandbegantorummageinthepocketofhisblacktailcoatforhisperfumedhandkerchief。
\"T’st，t’st！Imeanhisarms，\"saidMrs。Merillia，pattingherdelicatehandsquicklyonthechair。\"Canhecarryme？\"
ThecountenanceofMr。Ferdinandcleared，whileGustavuseagerlyextendedhisrightarm，bentitsharply，andallowedhismagnificentbicepstoriseupinsuddenmajesty。Mrs。Merilliawasreassured。