"Ha!" said the latter, "and how are you, my good sir? Do you know that we have had the Bow Street officers here, in search of a notorious villain who has broken from prison? He is one of the most determined and dexterous burglars in all England, and the runners have hunted him into our town. His very robberies have tracked him by the way. He robbed a gentleman the day before yesterday of his watch, and left him for dead on the road--this was not thirty miles hence." "Bless me!" said the banker, with emotion; "and what is the wretch's name?" "Why, he has as many aliases as a Spanish grandee; but I believe the last name he has assumed is Peter Watts." "Oh!" said our friend, relieved,--"well, have the runners found him?" "No, but they are on his scent. A fellow answering to his description was seen by the man at the toll-bar, at daybreak this morning, on the way to F------; the officers are after him." "I hope he may meet with his deserts--and crime is never unpunished even in this world. My best compliments to your lady:--and how is little Jack?--Well! glad to hear it--fine boy, little Jack! good day." "Good day, my dear sir. Worthy man, that!" CHAPTER IX. "But who is this? thought he, a demon vile. With wicked meaning and a vulgar style; Hammond they call him--they can give the name Of man to devils. Why am I so tame? Why crush I not the viper? Fear replied, Watch him a while, and let his strength be tried." CRABBE. THE next morning, after breakfast, the banker took his horse--a crop-eared, fast-trotting hackney--and merely leaving word that he was going upon business into the country, and should not return to dinner, turned his back on the spires of C------. He rode slowly, for the day was hot. The face of the country, which was fair and smiling, might have tempted others to linger by the way; but our hard and practical man of the world was more influenced by the weather than the loveliness of the scenery. He did not look upon Nature with the eye of imagination; perhaps a railroad, had it then and there existed, would have pleased him better than the hanging woods, the shadowy valleys, and the changeful river that from time to time beautified the landscape on either side the road. But, after all, there is a vast deal of hypocrisy in the affected admiration for Nature;--and I don't think one person in a hundred cares for what lies by the side of a road, so long as the road itself is good, hills levelled, and turnpikes cheap.