I could not help calling to mind that the same consequences as Timothy
related in the last chapter had occurred to me during my eventful career;
but I had long considered that there was no excuse for dishonesty, and
that, in the end, it would only lead to exposure and disgrace. I went
home early in the evening to introduce Timothy to Mr Cophagus, who
received him with great kindness, and agreed immediately that he ought
to be with me in the shop. Timothy paid his respects to the ladies, and
then went down with Ephraim, who took him under his protection. In a few
days, he was as established with us as if he had been living with us for
months. I had some trouble, at first, in checking his vivacity and turn
for ridicule; but that was gradually effected, and I found him not only
a great acquisition, but, as he always was, a cheerful and affectionate
companion. I had, during the first days of our meeting, recounted my
adventures, and made many inquiries of Timothy relative to my few
friends. He told me that from Mr Masterton he had learnt that Lady de
Clare and Fleta had called upon him very much afflicted with the contents
of my letter--that Lord Windermear also had been very much vexed and
annoyed--that Mr Masterton had advised him to obtain another situation
as a valet, which he had refused, and, at the same time, told him his
intention of searching for me. He had promised Mr Masterton to let him
know if he found me, and then bade him farewell.
"I used to lie in bed, Japhet," continued Timothy, "and think upon the
best method of proceeding. At last, I agreed to myself, that to look for
you as you looked after your father, would be a wild-goose chase, and
that my money would soon be gone; so I reflected whether I might not
take up some roving trade which would support me, and, at the same time,
enable me to proceed from place to place. What do you think was my first
speculation? Why, I saw a man with a dog harnessed in a little cart,
crying dog's meat and cat's meat, and I said to myself, 'Now there's the
very thing--there's a profession--I can travel and earn my livelihood.'
I entered into conversation with him, as he stopped at a low
public-house, treating him to a pot of beer; and having gained all I
wanted as to the mysteries of the profession, I called for another pot,
and proposed that I should purchase his whole concern, down to his knife
and apron. The fellow agreed, and after a good deal of bargaining, I
paid him three guineas for the _set out_ or _set up_, which you please.
He asked me whether I meant to hawk in London or not, and I told him no,
that I should travel the country. He advised the western road, as there
were more populous towns in it. Well, we had another pot to clench the
bargain, and I paid down the money and took possession, quite delighted
with my new occupation. Away I went to Brentford, selling a bit here and
there by the way, and at last arrived at the very bench where we had sat
down together and eaten our meal."
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