"'We go out to-morrer morning,' said Devlin, 'you and me together, to look for a shop. Is it agreed?'
"'It is,' answered Lemon, 'it is.'
"'We will set London on fire,' said Devlin.
"'We will, we will,' said Lemon; 'and we'll have shops all over it.'
"'You're a man of sperrit,' said Devlin. 'I kiss your hand.'
"He said that to me; but I clapped my hands behind my back.
"'If you refuse,' said Devlin, smiling at me all the while, 'I must show Lemon another style.'
"And he made as though he was about to dress my hair agin.
"'No, no!' I screamed; 'anything but that, anything but that!"
"I give him my hand, and he kissed it. His mouth was like burning hot coals, and I wondered I wasn't scarred.