“Magistrate! then fare ye well, for a green-coated buffer and a Harmanbeck.”
“Sir!” said the magistrate, springing up with a face fiery with wrath.
But, with a surly nod to me, the man left the apartment; and in a moment more the heavy footsteps of himself and his companion were heard descending the staircase.
“Who is that man?” said my friend, turning towards me.
“A sporting gentleman, well known in the place from which I come.”
“He appeared to know you.”
“I have occasionally put on the gloves with him.”
“What is his name?” [230]
CHAPTER XXV
Doubts—Wise King of Jerusalem—Let Me See—A Thousand Years—Nothing New—The Crowd—The Hymn—Faith—Charles Wesley—There He Stood—Farewell, Brother—Death—Sun, Moon, and Stars—Wind on the Heath.