What Will He Do with It? — Volume 03Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
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What Will He Do with It? — Volume 03
Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
English fiction -- 19th century
is my ambition; I had it from a child, sir; dreamed of it three tunes,
ma'am. If I had back my property in that phenomenon, I would go at the
thing, slap-bang, take the York, and bring out the phenomenon with A
CLAW!"
LOSELY (musingly).--"You say the young lady is a phenomenon, and for this
phenomenon you are willing to pay something handsome,--a vague
expression. Put it into L. s. d."
RUGGE.--"Sir, if she can be bound to me legally for three years, I would
give L100. I did offer to Waife L50,--to you, sir, L100."
Losely's eyes flashed, and his hands opened restlessly. "But, confound
it, where is she? Have you no clew?"
RUGGE.--"No, but we can easily find one; it was not worth my while to
hunt them up before I was quite sure that, if I regained my property in
that phenomenon, the law would protect it."
MRS. CRANE (moving to the door).--"Well, Jasper Losely, you will sell the
young lady, I doubt not; and when you have sold her, let me know." She
came back and whispered, "You will not perhaps now want money from me,
but I shall see you again; for, if you would find the child, you will
need my aid."
"Certainly, my dear friend, I will call again; honour bright."
Mrs. Crane here bowed to the gentlemen, and swept out of the room.
Thus left alone, Losely and Rugge looked at each other with a shy and yet
cunning gaze,--Rugge's hands in his trouser's pockets, his head thrown
back; Losely's hands in voluntarily expanded, his head bewitchingly bent
forward, and a little on one side.
"Sir," said Rugge, at length, "what do you say to a chop and a pint of
wine? Perhaps we could talk more at our ease elsewhere. I am only in
town for a day; left my company thirty miles off,--orphans, as I said
before."
"Mr. Rugge," said Losely, "I have no desire to stay in London, or indeed
in England; and the sooner we can settle this matter the better. Grant
that we find the young lady, you provide for her board and lodging; teach
her your honourable profession; behave, of course, kindly to her."
"Like a father."
"And give to me the sum of L100?"
"That is, if you can legally make her over to me. But, sir, may I
inquire by what authority you would act in this matter?"
"On that head it will be easy to satisfy you; meanwhile I accept your
proposal of an early dinner. Let us adjourn; is it to your house?"
"I have no exact private house in London; but I know a public one,
--commodious."
"Be it so. After you, sir."
As they descended the stairs, the old woman-servant stood at the street
door. Rugge went out first; the woman detained Losely. "Do you find her
altered?"
"Whom? Mrs. Crane?--why, years will tell. But you seem to have known
me; I don't remember you."
"Not Bridget Greggs?"
"Is it possible? I left you a middle-aged, rosy-faced woman. True, I
recognize you now. There's a crown for you. I wish I had more to
spare!"
Bridget pushed back the silver.
"No; I dare not! Take money from you, Jasper Losely! Mistress would not
forgive me!"
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