Adventure stories; England -- Social life and customs -- 18th century -- Fiction; Irish -- England -- Fiction
And with that the little man drained the bottle, taking his leave with
great effusion, and begging my pardon for even so much as mentioning
the papers, saying they had been on his mind for the last day or two,
and, feeling friendly toward me, he wished to warn me not to leave
them carelessly about.
After he left I thought a good deal about what the Doctor had said,
and I wondered at myself that I had ever misdoubted him; for, although
he was a man given greatly to talk, yet he had been exceedingly
friendly with me from the very first night I had met him, and I
thought shame of myself that I was losing trust in my fellow man here
in this great city of London, because in Ireland we trust each other
entirely; and indeed we are under some compulsion in that same matter,
for there is so little money about that if you do not take a man's
word now and then there's nothing else for you to take.
CHAPTER XXVII
I slept well that night, and it was broad daylight when I awoke. A
most beautiful morning it seemed to me, and just the time for a lonely
stroll in the beautiful gardens, so long as there was some one with
you that you thought a great deal of. I made a good breakfast, and
then took out the papers and placed them on the table before me. They
were all safe so far. I could not comprehend how the Earl would know
anything of my being in London, unless, indeed, he caught sight of me
walking in his own gardens with his own daughter, and then, belike, he
was so jealous a man that he would maybe come to the conclusion I was
in London as well as himself.
After breakfast Paddy and Jem came in, looking as bold as Blarney
Castle; and when I eyed them both I saw that neither one nor the other
was a fit custodian for papers that might make the proudest Earl in
England a poor man or a rich man, depending which way they went. So I
put the documents in my own pocket without more ado, and gave up my
thoughts to a pleasanter subject. I changed my mind about a disguise,
and put on my back the best clothes that I had to wear. I wished I had
the new suits I had been measured for, but the spalpeen of a tailor
would not let me have them unless I paid him some of the money they
cost. When I came to think over it I saw that Strammers would surely
never recognize me as a gay spark of fashion when he had merely seen
me once before, torn and ragged, coming down from a tree on top of his
blunderbuss. So I instructed Paddy to say that he and Jem were
servants of the best master in the world, who was a great lover of
gardens; that he was of immense generosity, and if Strammers allowed
him to come into the gardens by the little door he would be a richer
man when the door was opened than he would be if he kept it shut. I
had been long enough in London to learn the golden method of
persuasion; any how I could not bring myself to the chance of meeting
with my lady, and me dressed worse than one of her own servants.
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