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"Let us see," said one of the party, diving like an adept into
Vanslyperken's trousers-pocket, and pulling out his purse. The money
was poured out on the table, and twelve guineas counted out.
"Then whose money is this?" cried the woman; "not yours, on your soul;
have you been taking a purse to-night? I vote we sends for a
constable."
"I quite forgot that I had put more money in my purse," muttered
Vanslyperken, who never expected to see it again. "I'll treat you
ladies, treat you all to whatever you please."
"Bravo! that's spoken like a man," cried the virago, giving Vanslyperken
a slap on the back which knocked the breath out of his body.
"Bravo!" exclaimed another, "that's what I call handsome; let's all kiss
him, ladies."
Vanslyperken was forced to go through this ordeal, and then the door was
unlocked, but carefully guarded, while the several orders were given.
"Who is to pay for all this?" exclaimed the landlady.
"This gentleman treats us all," replied the woman.
"Oh! very well--is it all right, sir?"
Vanslyperken dared not say no: he was in their power, and every eye
watched him as he gave his answer; so he stammered out "Yes," and, in a
fit of despair at the loss of his money, he threw himself into his
chair, and meditated revenge.
"Give Mr Vanslyperken his purse, Susan," said the prudent Moggy to the
young woman who had taken it out of his pocket.
The purse was returned, and, in a few minutes, the various liquors and
mixtures demanded made their appearance, and the jollification
commenced. Every one was soon quite happy, with the exception of Mr
Vanslyperken, who, like Pistol, ate his leek, swearing in his own mind
he would be horribly revenged.
"Mr Vanslyperken, you must drink my health in some of this punch."
Vanslyperken compressed his lips, and shook his head. "I say yes, Mr
Vanslyperken," cried the virago, looking daggers; "if you don't, we
quarrel--that's all."
But Vanslyperken argued in his mind that his grounds of complaint would
be weakened, if he partook of the refreshment which he had been forced
to pay for, so he resolutely denied.
"Von't you listen to my harguments, Mr Vanslyperken?" continued the
woman. "Well, then, I must resort to the last, which I never knew fail
yet." The woman went to the fire and pulled out the poker, which was
red hot, from between the bars. "Now then, my beauty, you must kiss
this, or drink some punch;" and she advanced it towards his nose, while
three or four others held him fast on his chair behind; the poker,
throwing out a glow of heat, was within an inch of the poor lieutenant's
nose: he could stand it no more, his face and eyes were scorched.
"Yes, yes," cried he at last, "if I must drink, then, I will. We will
settle this matter by-and-by," cried Vanslyperken, pouring down with
indignation the proffered glass.
"Now, Susan, don't ill-treat Mr Vanslyperken: I purtest against all
ill-treatment."
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