“Won four hundred and fifty,—but he no pay!”
“Nor ever will.”
“What you say?—not pay me what I wins!”
“Not a sou of it.”
“And dis you call English noblemans,—pair d'Angleterre!”
“Hush! Don't be carried away by your feelings. Some men Norwood won't pay because he does n't know them. There are others he treats the same way because he does know them,—very equitable, eh?”
The observation seemed more intelligible to the Pole than polite, for he bit his lip and was silent, while Haggerstone went on,——
“He 's gone, and that, at least, is a point gained; and now that these Onslows have left this, and that cur Jekyl, we may expect a little quietness, for a while, at least; but here comes Purvis.” And that worthy individual was led in on Martha's arm, a large green shade over his eyes, and his face plentifully sprinkled with flour.
“What's the matter with you, man? you 're 'got up' like a ghost in a melodrama.”
“They 've taken all the cuti-cuti-cuti—”