he miserable creature who entered as before, with his body bent
double, and his hand lying over his back.

"I vash a little out of breath, Mr Newland--I vash come to say dat de
monish is very scarce--dat I vill accept your offer, and vill take de
hundred pounds, and my tousand which I have lent you. You too mush
gentleman not to help a poor old man, ven he ish in distress."

"Rather say, Mr Emmanuel, that you have heard that I have not ten
thousand pounds per annum, and that you are afraid that you have lost
your money."

"Loshe my monish!--no--loshe my tousand pound! Did you not say, dat you
would pay it back to me, and give me hundred pounds for my trouble; dat
vash de last arrangement." "Yes, but you refused to take it, so it is not
my fault. You must now stick to the first, which is to receive fifteen
hundred pounds when I come into my fortune."

"Your fortune, but you av no fortune."

"I am afraid not; and recollect, Mr Emmanuel, that I never told you that
I had."

"Vill you pay me my monish, Mr Newland, or vill you go to prison?"

"You can't put me in prison for an agreement," replied I.

"No; but I can prosecute you for a swindler."

"No, you confounded old rascal, you cannot; try, and do your worst,"
cried I, enraged at the word swindler.

"Veil, Mr Newland, if you have not de ten tousand a year, you have de
house and de monish; you vill not cheat a poor man like me."

"I have sold my house."

"You have sold de house--den you have neither de house nor de monish.
Oh! my monish, my monish! Sare, Mr Newland, you are one d----d rascal;"
and the old wretch's frame quivered with emotion; his hand behind his
back shaking as much as the other which, in his rage, he shook in my face.

Enraged myself at being called such an opprobrious term, I opened the
door, twisted him round, and applying my foot to a nameless part, he
flew out and fell down the stairs, at the turning of which he lay,
groaning in pain. "Mine Got, mine Got, I am murdered!" cried he. "Fader
Abraham, receive me." My rage was appeased, and I turned pale at the
idea of having killed the poor wretch. With the assistance of Timothy,
whom I summoned, we dragged the old man upstairs, and placed him in a
chair, and found that he was not very much hurt. A glass of wine was
given to him, and then, as soon as he could speak, his ruling passion
broke out again. "Mishter Newland--ah, Mish-ter New-land, cannot you
give me my monish--cannot you give me d