"'Toby [The highway] or not toby, that is the question.'
"I forget the rest!"
"Well," said our hero, answering in the same jocular vein, "I confess I have 'the actor's high ambition.' It is astonishing how my heart beat when Richard cried out, 'Come bustle, bustle!' Yes, Pepper, avaunt!-
"'A thousand hearts are great within my bosom.'"
"Well, well," said Long Ned, stretching himself, "since you are so fond of the play, what say you to an excursion thither to-night? Garrick acts."
"Done!" cried Paul.
"Done!" echoed lazily Long Ned, rising with that blase air which distinguishes the matured man of the world from the enthusiastic tyro,-"done! and we will adjourn afterwards to the White Horse."
"But stay a moment," said Paul; "if you remember, I owed you a guinea when I last saw you,—here it is!"
"Nonsense," exclaimed Long Ned, refusing the money,—"nonsense! You want the money at present; pay me when you are richer. Nay, never be coy about it; debts of honour are not paid now as they used to be. We lads of the Fish Lane Club have changed all that. Well, well, if I must!"
And Long Ned, seeing that Paul insisted, pocketed the guinea. When this delicate matter had been arranged,—"Come," said Pepper, "come, get your hat; but, bless me! I have forgotten one thing."