Penny Dreadfuls, 1900 · page 245 of 392
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220 REYNOLDS’ WORKS be for seeing dat de Prince Albert use his influence wid de gobernment to put down your free press.” ‘““ Never! ”’ exclaimed Christian, warmly. ‘‘ If the reign- ing Duke of Maxe-Stolburg-Quotha entertains such an idea, he never was more mistaken in his life. As for me, I am without prejudices; but since you have assumed an air of confidence, I must tell you very plainly that, judging from what I saw of your master when I was in his service, the less frequently he visits the British realm, the more agreeable ought it to be to the British people.” ‘“Vare goot! vare goot!’”’ exclaimed the Chevalier Gum- binnen. ‘“ De oftener he sall come to England, de more agreeable to de British peoples! Dat is excellent! But sall I ring de bell, milor, for dat wine you was so kind for to offer us, as we are so tirsty? ”’ ‘“T must tell you very frankly,’”’? answered the Duke of Marchmont, rising from his seat, “‘ that I have no longer any time to bestow upon you.” ‘“‘ 'Vare goot! ”’ exclaimed the Chevalier Gumbinnen, “ dat is excellent! You vare sorry, milor, your time sall be so precious. Well, den, we no intrude. Ah, begar! me forgot my purse! Me have sometings to buy for his Royal Highness, and your Grace sall be so goot as to be for going to lend me de five guineas I sall be wanting.”’ ‘‘You must apply to some one else as your banker,” answered Christian, coldly. ‘“ Ah, vare goot! ”? cried the Chevalier Gumbinnen. ‘““we sall be for going to de banker. We sall be too late, and we sall be for taking de cab. Your Grace sall be so goot as to lend us de loose silver for to pay for de cab.”’ Christian disdainfully tossed some silver upon the table, and there was immediately a scramble on the part of those high officers attached to the court of the reigning Duke of Maxe-Stolburg-Quotha. Our young hero, infinitely dis- gusted, rang the bell somewhat violently, and walked to the window. The count and the two chevaliers shook their heads at one another, as much as to imply that they had got all they could expect from the young nobleman, and they accordingly took their departure from Marchmont House. Adjourning to some tavern in the neighbourhood, they forthwith began to regale themselves on tobacco and pots Gomicbooks (E(0)