“I know you don’t,” said the other; “so get up, and serve him out.”
“I could serve out three like him,” said the man in the snuff-coloured coat.
“So much the better for you,” said the other—“the present work will be all the easier for you; get up, and serve him out at once.”
The man in the snuff-coloured coat did not stir.
“Who shows the white feather now?” said the simple-looking man.
“He! he! he!” tittered the man in black.
“Who told you to interfere?” said the radical, turning ferociously towards the simple-looking man; “say another word, and I’ll—And you!” said he, addressing himself to the man in black, “a pretty fellow you to turn against me, after I had taken your part. I tell you what, you may fight for yourself. I’ll see you and your Pope in the pit of Eldon before I fight for either of you, so make the most of it.”
“Then you won’t fight?” said I.
“Not for the Pope,” said the radical; “I’ll see the Pope—”
“Dear me!” said I, “not fight for the Pope, whose religion you would turn to, if you were inclined for any? I see how it is; you are not fond of fighting. But I’ll give you another chance. You were abusing the Church of England just now. I’ll fight for it—will you fight against it?”