The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 28: what you’re looking at

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FINALE OF THE SYCAMORE EPISODE 9 young gentlemen in the adjacent apartment were now heard to ejaculate; and then the words ‘“ swindler,” “ forger,”’ ‘‘ adventurer,’ ‘“ scoundrel,’’? and other equally pleasing appellations were likewise wafted to the wretched Sycamore’s ears. “Good Heaven, what an exposure!’’ moaned the wretched man, turning away toward the window. The waiter entered to fetch the two young gentlemen’s hats, which had been left in the sitting-room; and he relieved his own feelings by sparring for a moment like clockwork behind Mr. Sycamore’s back, at the same time making signs to the two officers, as much as to imply that he knew it all, and that as he was now convinced he should never get a penny piece from Mr. Sycamore for waiting on him, he should very much like to inflict summary chastisement upon the scoundrel. Having performed this pantomime, he said, eruffly, “‘ Did you speak, sir? ”’ ‘Who? I? No!” (ejaculated Sycamore, startled from his wretched reverie and turning abruptly around. “Then you had ought to,’ returned the waiter; and, raising his voice to a higher key, he exclaimed, ‘‘ You had ought to say what business you have, a swindling scoundrel like you, coming to a respectable hotel, giving your orders like a prince, robbing everybody, and not so much as paying the poor devils of servants which has run their legs off to wait upon you. A precious nice thing to get into the local papers amongst the ‘Fashionable Intelligence:’ ‘The Honourable Talbot Sycamore removed on Wednesday last from the Royal Hotel at Ramsgate to his town house of Newgate.’ Dash my wig, such an honourable!’’ and the waiter, in order to vent his indignant feelings upon some- thing, dashed his white napkin frantically down upon the unoffending carpet. Comforted by this procedure, he took up the two young gentlemen’s hats, and stalked out of the room, leaving the door wide open. ‘“‘ Let’s go at once,” said Sycamore, ‘‘ or the whole hotel will be up in arms.” ‘‘ | think you have a servant, sir?’ said Mr. Shadbolt. “Perdition take the servant!” rejoimed Sycamore, sharply. ‘‘ Let him shift for himself.”’ The waiter was holding forth to the two young gentlemen CORnNICLOOOKS (CO)