Mrs. Jarvis was mistress of a very handsome coach, the gift of her husband for her own private use.  After having satisfied herself the baronet (a dignity he had enjoyed just twenty-four hours) did not possess the ability to furnish his lady, as she termed her daughter, with such a luxury, she magnanimously determined to relinquish her own, in support of the new-found elevation of her daughter.  Accordingly, a consultation on the alterations which were necessary took place between the ladies—­“The arms must be altered, of course,” Lady Egerton observed, “and Sir Harry’s, with the bloody hand and six quarterings, put in their place; then the liveries, they must be changed.”

“Oh, mercy! my lady, if the arms are altered, Mr. Jarvis will be sure to notice it, and he would never forgive me; and perhaps—­”

“Perhaps what?” exclaimed the new-made lady, with a disdainful toss of her head.

“Why,” replied the mother, warmly, “not give me the hundred pounds he promised, to have it new-lined and painted.”

“Fiddlesticks with the painting, Mrs, Jarvis,” cried the lady with dignity:  “no carriage shall be called mine that does not bear my arms and the bloody hand.”

“Why, your ladyship is unreasonable, indeed you are,” said Mrs. Jarvis, coaxingly; and then after a moment’s thought she continued, “is it the arms or the baronetcy you want, my dear?”

“Oh, I care nothing for the arms, but I am determined, now I am a baronet’s lady, Mrs. Jarvis, to have the proper emblem of my rank.”

“Certainly, my lady, that’s true dignity:  well, then, we will put the bloody hand on your father’s arms, and he will never notice it, for he never sees such things.”

The arrangement was happily completed, and for a few days the coach of Mr. Jarvis bore about the titled dame, until one unlucky day the merchant, who still went on ’change when any great bargain in the stocks was to be made, arrived at his own door suddenly, to procure a calculation he had made on the leaf of his prayer-book the last Sunday during sermon.  This he obtained after some search.  In his haste he drove to his broker’s in the carriage of his wife, to save time, it happening to be in waiting at the moment, and the distance not great.  Mr. Jarvis forgot to order the man to return, and for an hour the vehicle stood in one of the most public places in the city.  The consequence was, that when Mr. Jarvis undertook to examine into his gains, with the account rendered of the transaction by his broker, he was astonished to read, “Sir Timothy Jarvis, Bart., in account with John Smith, Dr.”  Sir Timothy examined the account in as many different ways as Mr. Benfield had examined the marriage of Denbigh, before he would believe his eyes; and when assured of the fact, he immediately caught up his hat, and went to find the man who had dared to insult him, as it were, in defiance of the formality of business.  He had not proceeded one square in the city before