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NIGHTMARE ABBEY.
CHAP. XII.
It was the custom of the Honorable Mr. Listless, on adjourning from the bottle to the ladies, to retire for a few moments to make a second toilette, that he might present himself in becoming taste. Fatout, attending as usual, appeared with a countenance of great dismay, and informed his master that he had just ascertained that the Abbey was haunted. Mrs. Hilary's gentlewoman, for whom Fatout had lately conceived a tendresse, had been, as she expressed it, "fritted out of her seventeen senses" the preceding night, as she was retiring to her bed-chamber, by a ghastly figure, which she had met stalking along
