Adventure stories; England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
"I think between friends, sir," says the other, "you might reasonably
drop the high tone. I am not at all imposed on by it. Besides, where
is the need? Believe me, I am the last man in the world to betray a
brother in the pursuit of his calling. I have some few gifts myself,
and my name for some years past hath been considered an ornament to the
profession; but whatever my vanity, I am ever foremost in recognizing
true merit in others. I have never had the pleasure of meeting you
before, sir, but the very real talent you have already evinced will
make William Sadler proud to be numbered among your friends."
Although Mr. William Sadler, whoever he might be, pronounced his name
in the manner of one who is accustomed to have it greeted with
flattering recognition, as this was the first time I had happened to
hear of so exalted a personage, I was unable to pay it the homage I
think he expected from me.
"You must really pardon me, sir," says I, "but who you are or what your
name is does not particularly interest me. I do not remember to have
heard it before, and certainly as you appear to entertain such strange
views as to the manner in which friendship is to be conducted, I have
no very burning desire to hear it again."
At last it seemed I had found in him a tender spot. The purple
deepened in his cheeks, and there was a brightness of anger in his
eyes. It was plain that to be ignorant of the name of Mr. William
Sadler was to be guilty of a grave solecism. But his chagrin was only
momentary, for he had an admirable command of himself, and at once
resumed the control of his feelings.
"It strikes me as something of an affectation, sir," says he, "that one
who practises a very similar calling should yet profess an ignorance of
a name, which I may say, without making a boast of it, stands foremost
in a kindred profession, and hath ever been reckoned an honour and an
embellishment to it. The name of William Sadler, sir, is known and
reverenced wherever gentlemen of the pad of all shades and degrees do
congregate or hold their intercourse. It grieves me, sir, that such a
fine example of our calling at its best, as is to be seen in the person
of yourself, sir, and in that of your fair companion, should yet deny
the smallest recognition to one who hath been allowed by the ablest
practitioners of the time, and by publick opinion also, to be worthy of
his meed of praise."
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