Adventure stories; England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
Here to our surprise our strange companion pulled forth a purse which a
few minutes since had been the squire's. The justice had been seated
next the venerable duke, and had paid for the high privilege. Besides,
is it not an axiom among the great that they never condescend unless
they are in need of a service, or can get something by their
condescension? His grace's exaction was the latter. Neither Cynthia
nor I could find it in our hearts to blame the highwayman for his
trick. Nay, I do not know that in one sense we were not secretly glad
that a tangible and material punishment had been inflicted upon the
fellow. When the purse was opened it was found to contain the sum of
nineteen pounds and a few odd shillings. The highwayman, after a
careful mental calculation, doled the money out into three heaps of
equal value, and having slipped one portion, some six pounds twelve
shillings, into his fob, pushed the two remaining portions over to us,
insisting that in this adventure it was share and share alike.
Of course we could not bring ourselves to accept of our friend's
somewhat embarrassing generosity. But the sight of such a fortune to
people in our penurious state, who had already partaken of much more
than they could pay for, was temptation indeed. Although we refused
the gifts with the same courtesy with which they were offered, I fear
that our eyes shone with a singular lust, and our minds rebelled as we
did so. The highwayman himself was astonished by our scruples.
"My dear friends," says he. "I confess I have never observed such
reluctancy in persons of your kidney before. You baffle me. I cannot
hold it to be generosity in you, since there can be little doubt that
William Sadler makes a fatter living than you do with all your talents.
Why then should you refuse a gift from a brother of your calling? And
it cannot be pride either, for if we come down to plain terms it is not
a gift at all. By all those unwritten laws that obtain amongst the
brethren of our profession, you are each honourably entitled to take a
share with me. Come, my friends, pocket the affront and let no more be
said."
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