Confessions Of Con Cregan, the Irish Gil BlasLever, Charles
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Confessions Of Con Cregan, the Irish Gil Blas
Lever, Charles
Ireland -- Fiction
He nodded, and walked out. I watched him as he went; but he neither
spoke to a policeman, nor did he turn his head round to see what became
of me. There was something in this that actually awed me. It was a trait
so unlike anything I had ever seen in others that I at once perceived it
was "the gentleman's" spirit, enabling him to feel confidence even in a
poor ragged street wanderer as I was. The lesson was not lost on me. My
life has been mainly an imitative one, and I have more than once seen
the inestimable value of "trusting."
No sooner was I at large than I speeded to Betty's, and was back
again long before the half-hour expired. I had to wait till near five,
however, before he appeared; so sure was he of my keeping my word that
he never troubled himself about me. "Ha!" said he, as he saw me, "long
here?"
"Yes, sir, about an hour;" and I handed him the note as I spoke.
He thrust it carelessly into his sabretache, and, pulling out a crown
piece, chucked it towards me, saying, "Good-bye, friend; if they don't
hang you, you 'll make some noise in the world yet."
"I mean it, sir," said I, with a familiar nod; and so, genteelly
touching my cap in salute, I walked away.
CHAPTER VIII. A QUIET CHOP AT 'KILLEEN'S' AND A GLANCE AT A NEW
CHARACTER
I looked very wistfully at my broad crown piece as it lay with its
honest platter face in the palm of my hand, and felt, by the stirring
sensations it excited within me, some inklings of his feelings who
possesses hundreds of thousands of them. Then there arose in my mind the
grave question how it was to be spent; and such a strange connection is
there between what economists call supply and demand, that, in place
of being, as I esteemed myself a few minutes back, "passing rich," I at
once perceived that I was exceeding poor, since to effect any important
change in my condition, five shillings was a most inadequate sum. It
would not buy me more than a pair of shoes; and what use in repairing
the foundation of the edifice, when the roof was in ruin?--not to speak
of my other garments, to get into which, each morning, by the same
apertures as before, was a feat that might have puzzled a harlequin.
I next bethought me of giving an entertainment to my brethren at
Betty's; but, after all, they had shown little sympathy with me in my
late misfortune, and seemed rather pleased to be rid of a dangerous
professional rival. This, and a lurking desire to leave the fraternity,
decided me against this plan.
Then came the thought of entertaining myself, giving myself a species
of congratulatory dinner on my escape; and, in fact, commemorating the
event by anticipating the most fashionable mode now in use.
I canvassed the notion with all the skill and fairness I could summon,
starting the various objections against it, and answering them with what
seemed to myself a most judicial impartiality.
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