The coachman, falling back a space or two from the door, and recovering from a brief trance of astonishment, addressed the passengers, the would-be passenger, the ostlers and stable-boys, who were standing around, upon the mean and shabby conduct of the individual inside, upon this, the passengers remonstrated, the would-be passenger stormed, the coachman and guard bellowed, the ostlers hooted, the stable-boys grinned, Grimaldi worked himself into a state of intense vexation, and the cause of all the tumult sat quite immovable. "Now, I'll tell you what it is," said the coachman, when his eloquence was quite exhausted, "one word's as good as a thousand. Will you get out?" "No, I will not," answered the sleepy Harlequin. "Very well," said the man; "then off goes my benjamin, and out you come like a sack of saw-dust." As the man was of that portly form and stout build which is the badge of all his tribe, and as, stimulated by the approving murmurs of the lookers-on, he began suiting the action to the word without delay, Bologna thought it best to come to terms; so turned out into the cold air, and took his seat on the coach-top, amidst several expressions of very undisguised contempt from his fellow-passengers. They performed the rest of the journey in this way, and Grimaldi, alighting at the Angel at Islington, left Bologna to go on to the coach-office in Holborn, previously giving both the guard and coachman something beyond their usual fee, as an intelligible hint that he was not of the same caste as his companion. Two or three days afterwards, meeting Bologna in the street, he inquired how he had got on at the coach-office. "Oh, very well," said Bologna; "they abused me finely." "Just what I expected." "Yes, and very glad I was of it, too." "What do you mean?" "Saved my money, Joe; that's what I mean. If they had been civil, of course I must have given something, not only to the coachman, but the guard besides; but as they were not civil, of course I did not give either of them a penny, and so saved something handsome by it." Bologna had many good qualities, and he and Grimaldi always remained on good terms; but as he was not upon the whole the most entertaining travelling companion that could be found, they never afterwards encountered each other in that capacity. CHAPTER XXI. 1817 to 1818. Grimaldi becomes a Proprietor of Sadler's Wells--Newcastle Salmon, and a Coal Mine--Production of Baron Munchausen--Anecdote of Ellar the Harlequin, showing how he jumped through the Moon, and put his hand out--Gold Snuff-box, Sir Godfrey Webster, and the Duke of York.