The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 242: what you’re looking at

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222 THE COURT OF LONDON. a clean glass, as perhaps Mr. Jenkins will do me the favour: to take some wine with me.’’ The waiter slid out of the room with a most praiseworthy alacrity, considering that he had to drag with him a pair’ of shoes down at the heels and a great deal too large for his feet. In a few minutes he returned, escorting a short, - seedy-looking individual, with very dirty linen and an. unmistakable Jewish countenance. In fact, the personal . appearance of this gentleman was by no means such as would have induced a cautious individual to trust him to’ get change for a five-pound note. The colonel, therefore, . surprised and disgusted at this unpromising aspect of the. man of business, received him in a somewhat frigid and. haughty fashion, just barely inviting him to be seated, but. not choosing to take any notice of the circumstance of an extra glass being placed upon the table. Mr. Joshua. Jenkins was, however, a gentleman of the free and’ easy school; and. at once drawing a chair close up to the table, he observed, “‘ Well, colonel, so you are lumbered at. last! ”’ “You speak as if you knew me, sir,’”’ remarked Malpas, surveying him with undisguised disgust. ‘“ Qh, I know everybody by name about town,”’ replied. Mr. Joshua Jenkins, with a cunning leer; ‘‘ and: therefore it was not likely that the fashionable name of Malpas should remain strange to me. In fact, I knew when you was locked up over at Ikey’s; and I should have come to see you there, but I thought by your stopping at such a place you was making arrangements to get out. Now, however, that you have come over here, I thought it high time to introduce myself. So here’s better luck to you, colonel,’ added Mr. Jenkins, coolly filling the glass and raising it to his lips; then, with a familiar nod across the table, he tossed off the contents. ‘And pray, sir,” inquired the colonel, sinking beok perfectly aghast at this King’s Bench ease and hail-fellow- well-met unceremoniousness, “‘ and pray, sir,’’ he repeated, in his usual drawling tone, ‘“‘ what can you do for me? ”’ ‘Get you out of quod,” replied Jenkins, with a knowing wink, as he refilled his glass. ‘Do you, then, know anybody who is likely to lend me five thousand guineas?’ inquired Malpas, surveying the COMMIE OO (E(0)