The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 180: what you’re looking at

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THE YOUNG BARONET 157 ‘‘T bear no animosity, sir, against you,” he said, ‘‘ because I am well aware that you have only performed your profes- sional duty, and moreover I have not forgotten that you flung in a word or two with the hope of checking the savage impetuosity of my deceased uncle. If it suit your other engagements, I beg that you will remain here for the present, to superintend the arrangements for the funeral, and to give me all requisite information with regard to a property which I have inherited so abruptly and with which I am so little acquainted.”’ The lawyer bowed an assent to the proposal, and then said, “‘ Does it suit you, Sir Edgar, that I should issue on your behalf any instructions with reference to those varlets who treated yourself and your friend so roughly? ”’ “No, let nothing be changed until the funeral shall have taken place,” rejoined Sir Edgar Beverley. Shortly afterward the inmates of Verner House separated to their respective chambers, and on the following morning instructions were given with respect to the funeral. Christian at the same time proceeded into Ramsgate, where he inquired for the friendly mountebank, and he found him at his lodging in the obscure court. The news of Sir John Steward’s death had not reached the man’s ears, and he could scarcely believe his own senses when he thus received the intelligence from our young hero. “T hope, sir, you do not take me for a coward, ” he said, “that I ran away so precipitately last night — “Such is not the impression of Sir Edgar Beverley or myself,’ interrupted our hero, “for you bore your part well until you saw that all was lost, and we could not expect you to peril your own safety any further. I come to you thus early, for fear lest you should be thinking of a retreat from the town. Sir Edgar Beverley has sent you a small testi- monial of his gratitude, and should circumstances ever tran- spire to render the services of a friend needful, you must not hesitate to apply to the baronet.” With these words Christian placed a purse in the hands of the mountebank, and then hurried away. When the itinerant came to examine the contents of that purse, he found himself possessed of a little fortune of twenty guineas; so that the whole court rang with the joyous “ huzzah”’ which burst from his lips, and all the inhabitants of the said court were EOMINGIOOKS (CO)