Chapter Thirty Five.
Mr Easy’s wonderful invention fully explained by himself—much to the satisfaction of our hero, and, it is to be presumed, to that also of the reader.
At last the packet anchored in Falmouth Roads. Jack, accompanied by Mesty, was soon on shore with his luggage, threw himself into the mail, arrived in London, and waiting there two or three days to obtain what he considered necessary from a fashionable tailor, ordered a chaise to Forest Hill. He had not written to his father to announce his arrival, and it was late in the morning when the chaise drew up at his father’s door.
Jack stepped out and rang the bell. The servants who opened the door did not know him; they were not the same as those he left.
“Where is Mr Easy?” demanded Jack.
“Who are you?” replied one of the men, in a gruff tone.
“By de powers, you very soon find out who he is,” observed Mesty.
“Stay here, and I’ll see if he is at home.”
“Stay here! stay in the hall like a footman? What do you mean, you rascal?” cried Jack, attempting to push by the man.
“Oh, that won’t do here, master; this is Equality Hall; one man’s as good as another.”