"Yes, sir," replied a young man, coming forward. "I was walking up Bond
Street, when I felt a tug at my pocket, and when I turned round, this
chap was running away."
"Can you swear to his person?"
There were plenty to swear that I was the person who ran away.
"Now, sir, have you anything to offer in your defence?" said the
magistrate.
"Yes, sir," replied I; "I certainly was running down the street; and it
may be, for all I know or care, that this person's pocket may have been
picked--but I did not pick it. I am a gentleman."
"All your fraternity lay claim to gentility," replied the magistrate;
"perhaps you will state why you were running down the street."
"I was running after a carriage, sir, that I might speak to the person
inside of it."
"Pray who was the person inside?"
"I do not know, sir."
"Why should you run after a person you do not know?"
"It was because of his _nose_."
"His nose?" replied the magistrate angrily. "Do you think to trifle
with me, sir? You shall now follow your own nose to prison. Make out
his committal."
"As you please, sir," replied I; "but still I have told you the truth;
if you will allow anyone to take a note, I will soon prove my
respectability. I ask it in common justice."
"Be it so," replied the magistrate; "let him sit down within the bar
till the answer comes."
In less than an hour, my note to Major Carbonnell was answered by his
appearance in person, followed by Timothy. Carbonnell walked up to the
magistrate, while Timothy asked the officers in an angry tone, what they
had been doing to his _master_. This rather startled them, but both
they and the magistrate were much surprised when the major asserted that
I was his most particular friend, Mr Newland, who possessed ten
thousand pounds per annum, and who was as well known in fashionable
society as any young man of fortune about town. The magistrate
explained what had passed, and asked the major if I was not a little
deranged; but the major, who perceived what was the cause of my strange
behaviour, told him that somebody had insulted me, and that I was very
anxious to lay hold of the person who had avoided me, and who must have
been in that carriage.
"I am afraid, that after your explanation, Major Carbonnell, I must, as
a magistrate, bind over your friend, Mr Newland, to keep the peace."
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