The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 141: what you’re looking at

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120 REYNOLDS’ WORKS singling out the gentleman whose name he had mentioned, “‘and my name is Solomons. You know my errand. Sorry to disturb a gentleman at his wine, but Coleman the lawyer Was peremptory in his instructions, and Mabley his client won't wait another hour. So you see, sir, it’s no fault of mine, but I tried to do the business in as delicate a way as possible.”’ | ‘* What does all this mean? ”’ exclaimed Christian, starting up from his seat with a well-assumed air of indignation. ‘* Nothing that concerns you, sir,’ observed Mr. Solomons, with an air of exceeding politeness. ‘‘ It’s just a trifle of a hundred and ninety odd pound that regards Mr. Oliver.” ““ By Jove, this is unfortunate!’ cried Alexis. ‘‘ I wish I hadn’t been fool enough to go to Tattersall’s to-day and buy the chestnut at Sir William Katchflatt’s recommenda- tion. Mrs. Oxenden, too, isn’t at home.” ‘What is it you require?’’ exclaimed Christian. ‘‘ A couple of hundred pounds to settle this debt? I have the bank-notes about me — ” ‘‘ Beg your pardon, gentlemen,”’ interrupted the bailiff, “but Mr. Oliver must come along to my house, while we search the office to see if there’s anything else out against him.”’ ‘“‘And if so, I dare say we can settle it,’ exclaimed Christian. ‘Ah, that’s what I call true friendship!” cried Alexis. ‘“‘ Bravo, my boy, I sha’n’t forget this in a hurry. I suppose I must go to the lockup — ” ‘‘ Let us settle the bill here,” ejaculated Stanley, ‘‘ and we will all go together in a cab. There’s nothing like seeing one’s friend through his difficulties. Just step outside, Mr. Solomons; we will join you in a few minutes. I suppose you can trust us, and you'll have a couple of guineas for your civility.” Christian made a sign for the officer to comply, and Mr. Solomons, who had especial instructions from Mr. Coleman, hesitated not to do whatsoever our hero directed. He there- fore withdrew; the waiter was summoned, the bill was paid, and the three gentlemen issued from the hotel. A cab was speedily procured; they took their seats inside. Mr. Solo- mons rode upon the box, and his man was left to tramp back to Chancery Lane on foot. During the drive thither, Alexis CORNIELOOKS (E(0)