his natural cynicism was plentifully fed. It
was more of a school to him than he knew.
These veterans, in their arm-chairs, stripped the bloom from life, and
showed it to be bare bones: They took their wisdom for an experience of
the past: they were but giving their sensations in the present. Not to
perceive this, is Youth's, error when it hears old gentlemen talking at
their ease.
On the third morning of their stay at Fairly, Algernon came into Edward's
room with a letter in his hand.
"There! read that!" he said. "It isn't ill-luck; it's infernal
persecution! What, on earth!--why, I took a close cab to the station. You
saw me get out of it. I'll swear no creditor of mine knew I was leaving
London. My belief is that the fellows who give credit have spies about at
every railway terminus in the kingdom. They won't give me three days'
peace. It's enough to disgust any man with civilized life; on my soul, it
is!"
Edward glanced at the superscription of the letter. "Not posted," he
remarked.
"No; delivered by some confounded bailiff, who's been hounding me."
"Bailiffs don't generally deal in warnings."
"Will you read it!" Algernon shouted.
The letter ran thus:--
"Mr. Algernon Blancove,--
"The writer of this intends taking the first opportunity of meeting
you, and gives you warning, you will have to answer his question
with a Yes or a No; and speak from your conscience. The
respectfulness of his behaviour to you as a gentleman will depend
upon that."
Algernon followed his cousin's eye down to the last letter in the page.
"What do you think of it?" he asked eagerly.
Edward's broad thin-lined brows were drawn down in gloom. Mastering some
black meditation in his brain, he answered Algernon's yells for an
opinion,--
"I think--well, I think bailiffs have improved in their manners, and show
you they are determined to belong to the social march in an age of
universal progress. Nothing can be more comforting."
"But, suppose this fellow comes across me?"
"Don't know him."
"Suppose he insists on knowing me?"
"Don't know yourself."
"Yes; but hang it! if he catches hold of me?"
"Shake him off."
"Suppose he won't let go?"
"Cut him with your horsewhip."
"You think it's about a debt, then?"
"Intimidation, evidently."
"I shall announce to him that the great Edward Blancove is not to be
intimidated. You'll let me borrow your name, old Ned. I've stood by you
in my
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