"All right, my boy."
"And Juliet!"
"Make yourself easy."
So they parted. The next day, Jack sent in his card to the governor at the Adams House, and followed the pasteboard before the message could be returned. The governor received his visitor with his usual urbanity.
"Good quarters, governor!" said Jack, looking round him as he dropped into a rocking chair, and tapped his boot with his walking stick. "Chief magistrate of the commonwealth—well lodged—people pay—all right."
The governor was much amused at the coolness of his guest, and waited patiently to learn his business. He was not kept long in suspense.
"Governor," said Jack, "I come to solicit your favor not on my behalf, but in the cause of friendship—sacred friendship—holy bond of two congenial hearts, &c.—but you know all that. My friend, sir, William Bliffins—unfortunate young man—reduced in circumstances—good family—good blood—grandfather in the revolution—soil of Bunker Hill irrigated with the blood of Bliffins—but you know all that—run through his fortune—on the town—not a penny—hard case."
"Do you solicit charity, sir, for your friend?"
"Not exactly—official favor—vacant clerkship—secretary's office—make him comfortable—but you know all that."
"Really, sir, you run on at such a rate——"