"Hech!" said the guide, "it's only a wee bit of cool fallen doon: we ha'e that twa or three times a day."
"Have you?" replied Grimaldi, running back to the shaft. "Then I'll thank you to ring for my basket, or call out for it, for I'll stop here no longer."
The basket was lowered, and he ascended to the light without delay, having no wish whatever to take his chance again among the "wee bits of cool."
While upon this last expedition, he received a letter from Mr. Harris, in which that gentleman informed him that it would be necessary for him to be in London by the 7th of September, to attend the opening of Covent Garden; in consequence of which he was obliged to forego his Edinburgh engagement with Mr. Murray, which annoyed him greatly, for he had calculated upon clearing pretty nigh five hundred pounds by that portion of his trip; besides, being at Newcastle, he was within one day's journey of Edinburgh. However, he was obliged to attend to the summons, and so returned to London, where a few days afterwards he encountered Mr. Harris, with whom he had the following vexatious colloquy.
"Ah, Joe!" he exclaimed, with evident surprise, "why, I did not expect to see you for three weeks to come!"
"You did not, sir!" exclaimed Grimaldi, with at least an equal degree of astonishment.
"Certainly not; I thought you were going into Scotland."
"So I was; but I received a letter from you, recalling me to town by to-day; which summons I have obeyed, by sacrificing my Edinburgh excursion, and with it about five hundred pounds."
"Ah!" said Mr. Harris, "I see now how all this is. I suppose you left Newcastle the same day you received my letter?"