Adventure stories; England -- Fiction; Romanies -- Fiction
"Don't I?" said the landlord; "and I'll treat them more so yet; now I
have got the whiphand of the rascals I intend to keep it. I dare say you
are a bit surprised with regard to the change which has come over things
since you were last here. I'll tell you how it happened. You remember
in what a desperate condition you found me, thinking of changing my
religion, selling my soul to the man in black, and then going and hanging
myself like Pontius Pilate; and I dare say you can't have forgotten how
you gave me good advice, made me drink ale, and give up sherry. Well,
after you were gone, I felt all the better for your talk, and what you
had made me drink, and it was a mercy that I did feel better; for my
niece was gone out, poor thing, and I was left alone in the house,
without a soul to look at, or to keep me from doing myself a mischief in
case I was so inclined. Well, things wore on in this way till it grew
dusk, when in came that blackguard Hunter with his train to drink at my
expense, and to insult me as usual; there were more than a dozen of them,
and a pretty set they looked. Well, they ordered about in a very free
and easy manner for upwards of an hour and a half, occasionally sneering
and jeering at me, as they had been in the habit of doing for some time
past; so, as I said before, things wore on, and other customers came in,
who, though they did not belong to Hunter's gang, also passed off their
jokes upon me; for, as you perhaps know, we English are a set of low
hounds, who will always take part with the many by way of making
ourselves safe, and currying favour with the stronger side. I said
little or nothing, for my spirits had again become very low, and I was
verily scared and afraid. All of a sudden I thought of the ale which I
had drank in the morning, and of the good it did me then, so I went into
the bar, opened another bottle, took a glass, and felt better; so I took
another, and feeling better still, I went back into the kitchen, just as
Hunter and his crew were about leaving. 'Mr. Hunter,' said I, 'you and
your people will please to pay me for what you have had?' 'What do you
mean by my people?' said he, with an oath. 'Ah, what do you mean by
calling us his people?' said the clan. 'We are nobody's people;' and
then there was a pretty load of abuse, and threatening to serve me out.
'Well,' said I, 'I was perhaps wrong to call them your people, and beg
your pardon and theirs. And now you will please to pay me for what you
have had yourself, and afterwards I can settle with them.' 'I shall pay
you when I think fit,' said Hunter. 'Yes,' said the rest, 'and so shall
we. We shall pay you when we think fit.' 'I tell you what,' said
Hunter, 'I conceives I do such an old fool as you an honour when I comes
into his house and drinks his beer, and goes away without paying for it;'
and then there was a roar of laughter from everybody, and almost all said
the same thing. 'Now do you please to pay me, Mr. Hunter?' said I.
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