The umbrella manufacturers of the metropolis will felicitate themselves on the prospect of a brisk demand for their merchandise.
The omnibus drivers, blasés to the excitement of unchecked racing on level ground, will avail themselves of the repairs in Fleet Street for the purpose of a steeple chase.
He is also nervous about the sea voyage. There can be no harm in a trip as far as the Nore, to set him all right on his sea legs.
There is no use in doing things hurriedly. Winkinson intended starting by the next packet, but he has just learnt that it is impossible to stand the fatigues of the diggings without drinking an enormous quantity of peach brandy, by way of fortification. It would be madness to commence the journey till he has seasoned himself a little to that sort of thing.
N.B. Beards are worn at the diggings. Winkinson has allowed his to grow, and, in consequence, forfeited his situation.
