“Then don’t,” said Falconer, with a smile.
When they reached the end of the street, he turned, and bade Hugh good night.
“Take care of that cowardly thing. It may be as you say.”
Hugh turned towards home. Falconer dived into a court, and was out of sight in a moment.
CHAPTER XXI. THE LAST GROAT.
Thou hast been
As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing;
A man that fortune’s buffets and rewards
Hast ta’en with equal thanks; and blessed are those
Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled
That they are not a pipe for fortune’s finger
To sound what stop she please.
Hamlet.
Most friends befriend themselves with friendship’s show.