forces, and pump upon my people with engines? There shall be fire for
this water;" and so saying the Liberator sent his hammer with such force
upon the table, that the plate and porcelain and accumulated luxuries of
Mr Hatton's breakfast perilously vibrated.

"We will enquire into this, Sir," said Field, "and we will take the
necessary steps."

"We will enquire into this and we will take the necessary steps," said
the Liberator, looking round with an air of pompous stupidity, and then
taking up some peaches, he began devouring them with considerable zest.

"Would the Liberator like to take some breakfast?" said Mr Hatton.

The Liberator looked at his host with a glance of senseless
intimidation, and then as if not condescending to communicate directly
with ordinary men, he uttered in a more subdued tone to the Chartist
these words, "Glass of ale."

Ale was instantly ordered for the Liberator, who after a copious draught
assumed a less menacing air, and smacking his lips, pushed aside the
dishes, and sate down on the table swinging his legs.

"This is my friend of whom I spoke and whom you wished to see, Sir,"
said the Chartist, "the most distinguished advocate of popular rights we
possess, the editor of the Mowbray Phalanx, Mr Morley."

Morley slightly advanced, he caught the Liberator's eye, who scrutinized
him with extreme earnestness, and then jumping from the table shouted;
"Why this is the muff that called on me in Hell-house Yard three years
ago."

"I had that honour," said Morley quietly.

"Honour be hanged," said the Bishop, "you know something about somebody;
I couldn't squeeze you then, but by G-- I will have it out of you now.
Now, cut it short; have you seen him, and where does he live?"

"I came then to gain information, not to give it," said Morley. "I had a
friend who wished much to see this gentleman--"

"He ayn't no gentleman," said the Bishop; "he's my brother: but I tell
you what, I'll do something for him now. I'm cock of the walk you see,
and that's a sort of thing that don't come twice in a man's life. One
should feel for one's flesh and blood, and if I find him out I'll make
his fortune, or my name is not Simon Hatton."

The creator and counsellor of peers started in his chair and turned
pale. A look was interchanged between him and Morley which revealed
their mutual thoughts, and the great antiquary--looking at the Liberator
with a glance of blended terror and disgust--walked away t