The Mysteries of London, Vol. IV — page 64: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

THE MYSTERIES OF LONDON. 5 hh f “ G2 —— a. ——— a F inet oe i is eet QS=: ‘ane S ed Ne fom sme a ATX? phir ~<a mis aan = ah De vin iL = ) if WS ry) if} 2 t i 1 } ? RY er “* This is the most strocious proceeding I ever knew in the whole course of my life!” at length’ exclaimed ifr. Bubbleton Styles, who in reality had been much amused by the scene. “TI suppose that the riff-raff—as I always call the People—will be telling us next that raiitways are pub- lic property!” cricd Mr. Podgson: “but we'll show ‘em the difference—ch, Mr. Styles?—won’t we, Mr. Styles?” And the Railway Lion condescendingly thrnst his fingers in a jocular way into the small speculator’s ribs;—and then the great man and the little man had a hearty laugh together—that of the former being in the boisterous “lo! ho ho!” style, and thar of the latter in the more respe:tful and submissive “he! he! he!” fashion. Having got upon this very comfortable and pleasant understanding together, Mr. Podgson and Mr. Styles chatted for about a quarter of an hour respecting ihe new railway scheme: and the latter took his depar- ture, highly delighted with the reception he lad expe- rienced and the success of his visit. Punctually as the clock struck three that afternosn, did Captain O’Blunderbuss and Mr. Curtis present themsclves at the office in Crosby Hall Chambers: No, 60*.—Mystrerins or Lonpon. — Py yp gna 4 } ’ wy t It, cn ras me ye rth fix Pa AN ee BAe eee Se ke ee Awe 7 io. yi iw rN . RR ey en, > ) . a Satave } and as the third stroke was proclaimed by the churches in the neighbourhood, they entered the speculator’s private room, where that gentleman was seated at the table with his watch in his hand. “Good!” exclaimed Mr. Styles, returning the watch to his pocket: “this is business-like—and J am well pleased, The chops, you perceive, are smoking hot— the sherry, I know, is first-rate.” Thus speaking, he did the honours of the table; and the two guests did honour to the meal. The chops speedily disappeared—so did a bottle of wine; anda second was already opened before a word had been uttered on business matters. “Now, gentlemen,” at length cried Mr. Styles; “J will give youatoast. Were’sthe health of our Chair- man—the Railway Lion!” “No! you don’t mean to say——” Curtis. “Hould your tongue, Frank—~—and let Mistner Sthyles say whatever he chooses!” exclaimed the captain. “ Dhrink the toast, mau—and that’s al! about it!” “7 can assure you, gentlemen,” continves the pro- moter c uhe ne concern, “that I have fulfilled the pro- mise which [ made you yesterday. Podgson isour’s !’ ejaculated Mr. (C(O) DOO (SO)