“And what is this Naboab's name, as you call him?” demanded Jekyl.
“His name is Touchwood,” said his informer; “ye may see him at the Waal every morning.”
“I have not seen him at the ordinary.”
“Na, na,” answered the boy; “he is a queer auld cull, he disna frequent wi' other folk, but lives upby at the Cleikum.—He gave me half-a-crown yince, and forbade me to play it awa' at pitch and toss.”
“And you disobeyed him, of course?”
“Na, I didna dis-obeyed him—I played it awa' at neevie-neevie-nick-nack.”
“Well, there is sixpence for thee; lose it to the devil in any way thou think'st proper.”
So saying he gave the little galopin his donative, and a slight rap on the pate at the same time, which sent him scouring from his presence. He himself hastened to Lord Etherington's apartments, and, as luck would have it, found the Earl alone.