The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 91: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON, 89 rank was not one of those; neither was he of ie school who thought they could add to their eee merit, by having engraved upon their { ed cards the strawberry leaves ef 2 ducal corone or the six pearls which ornament the diadem ofa baron. There was no mean or paltry : pride in the motive which induced him to call himself plain Frank Percival. Frank was a gen- tleman i in the true acceptation of the word. When in London he inhabited Dudley House, een was the property of his mother, and was be ee in Castle street, near Cavendish Square. He had only cone man servant, a housekeeper, no equipages, and no horses, ‘The morning was far advanced, when Stephen Macnab crossed the threshold of Dudlisy House, He was admitted by Frank’s old servant. bs Good morning, good old Jack, said our young doctor : is not your master up yet ? His honour will be delighted to see your ho- nour, said he,-with respectful cordiality, continu- , ing the work he was engaged in, when Stephen entered the room ; his honour often spoke of your honour during our travels. His honour went out very early this morning ; but if your honour will wait, I will open his honour’s study. _ Everything here is in the same state as when ee saw this room, said he; here are our fa- ite authors, we have so often read together; ate @ portrait of poor Miss Harriet. Jack =, 2, continued. Siaphen, is a small statue of chess of Berry. Frank is then still ag als. tkr night errant z | . SS cEomilchooks:com