“Well, Ned,” said Jack, “do you wish yourself on board the Harpy again?”
“No,” replied Gascoigne; “we have fallen on our feet at last, but still not without first being knocked about like peas in a rattle. What a lovely little creature that Agnes is! How strange that you should fall in with her again! How odd that we should come here!”
“My good fellow, we did not come here. Destiny brought us in a cart. She may take us to Tyburn in the same way.”
“Yes, if you sport your philosophy as you did when we awoke this morning.”
“Nevertheless, I’ll be hanged if I’m not right. Suppose we argue the point?”
“Right or wrong, you will be hanged, Jack; so instead of arguing the point, suppose I tell you what the Don made such a long story about.”
“With all my heart; let us go to the pavilion.”
Our hero and his friend took their seats, and Gascoigne then communicated the history of Don Rebiera, to which we shall dedicate the ensuing chapter.