The Price of Blood: An Extravaganza of New York Life in 1807Pyle, Howard
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The Price of Blood: An Extravaganza of New York Life in 1807
Pyle, Howard
New York (N.Y.) -- Fiction
By little and little the uproar in the room diminished, until at last
all fell fairly silent, and sat returning the gaze of the visitor, if
not with a growing respect, at least with an increasing curiosity as
to the purpose of the presence that had thus unexpectedly introduced
itself upon their absurd and senseless performances. Whereupon, being
able now to make himself heard, the stranger in a commanding voice
demanded to know which of the company present was the attorney-at-law,
Nathaniel Griscombe.
It may be imagined that our young lawyer was somewhat surprised and
sobered by this inquiry. Rising from his seat, he replied to the
challenge that he was the individual whom the other named; and then,
suspecting that it might be the intention of the stranger to put a hoax
upon him, he added that, if the visitor was up to any whim-whams or
bit of hoax, he, Nathaniel Griscombe, was a rattler himself, and knew
perfectly well exactly what o'clock it was.
The stranger, without any immediate reply, regarded our young gentleman
for a considerable time in silence. But, if he experienced any emotion
of surprise or amusement at the sight of his white and bepainted face
and the extraordinary attire that the youthful attorney presented to
him, he made no betrayal of his sentiment. "Sir," said he, with perfect
seriousness, "so far from jesting or desiring to jest, I assure you
that I at this moment am more serious than I suppose you have ever
been in all of your life. I have been looking for you everywhere, and
have gone from place to place, misdirected by every one from whom
I requested knowledge. I have stood at the door for a considerable
time, knocking; but, finding myself not heard because of the noise you
have been making, and not choosing to wait all night for permission
to enter, I came in without being bidden, to find you, at last, in
this company of apes and buffoons. My purpose in coming here, I must
inform you, is of so serious a nature that, were it governed by other
circumstances, I would at once withdraw and leave you in peace to the
continuation of your folly. But you will perhaps be surprised when I
assure you that it is with the utmost satisfaction I discover you in
such a place as this, and so surrounded and engaged as you are."
At these words, spoken with perfect sobriety and every appearance of
candor, our young gentleman presented, it must be confessed, a rather
silly face. "Upon my word," he said with as easy a laugh as he could
assume for the occasion, "I am very well pleased that my present
surroundings afford you satisfaction. I can only say, however, that I
am glad you are not likely to come to me as a client; for your respect
for my parts could hardly be augmented by finding me so engaged."
"As to that," returned the stranger, with unrelaxed sobriety, "you will
no doubt be additionally surprised to learn that I do indeed come to
you as a client to his attorney."
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