Bazalgette's study. "Uncle, don't be angry with me: it is for no
unworthy purpose; only don't ask me; it might mortify another; but
_would_ you give me a check of your own for mine? They will not
receive mine."
Mr. Bazalgette looked grave, and even sad; but he sat quietly down
without a word, and drew her a check, taking hers, which he locked in
his desk. The tears were in Lucy's eyes at his gravity and his
delicacy. "Some day I will tell you," said she. "I have nothing to
reproach myself, indeed--indeed."
"Make the rogue--or jade--give you a receipt," groaned Bazalgette.
"All right, marm, this time. Captain, the world is hall before you
where to chewse. But this is for ninety, marm;" and he put his hand
very slowly into his pocket.
"Do me the favor to keep the rest for your trouble, sir."
"Trouble's a pleasure, marm. It is not often we gets a tip for taking
a gent. Ve are funk shin hairies as is not depreciated, mam, and the
more genteel we takes 'em the rougher they cuts; and the very women no
more like you nor dark to light; but flies at us like ryal Bengal
tigers, through taking of us for the creditors."
"Verehas we hare honly servants of the ke veen;" suggested No. 2,
hashing his mistress's English.
"Stow your gab, Bill, and mizzle. Let the captain thank the lady.
Good-day, marm."
"Oh, my poor friend, what language! and my ill advice threw you into
their company!"
Captain Kenealy told her, in his brief way, that the circumstance was
one of no import, except in so far as it had impeded his discharge of
his duty to her.
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