icot vein in one of my legs
I'm as young as ever I was. Old indeed! There's many a good tune played
on an old fiddle. I hate his nasty insinuendos."

Even if I had wanted to stop her, I could not have done so. She said a
great deal more than I have given above. I have left out much because I
could not remember it, but still more because it was really impossible
for me to print it.

When we got to the police station I found Towneley and Ernest already
there. The charge was one of assault, but not aggravated by serious
violence. Even so, however, it was lamentable enough, and we both saw
that our young friend would have to pay dearly for his inexperience. We
tried to bail him out for the night, but the Inspector would not accept
bail, so we were forced to leave him.

Towneley then went back to Mrs Jupp's to see if he could find Miss
Maitland and arrange matters with her. She was not there, but he traced
her to the house of her father, who lived at Camberwell. The father was
furious and would not hear of any intercession on Towneley's part. He
was a Dissenter, and glad to make the most of any scandal against a
clergyman; Towneley, therefore, was obliged to return unsuccessful.

Next morning, Towneley--who regarded Ernest as a drowning man, who must
be picked out of the water somehow or other if possible, irrespective of
the way in which he got into it--called on me, and we put the matter into
the hands of one of the best known attorneys of the day. I was greatly
pleased with Towneley, and thought it due to him to tell him what I had
told no one else. I mean that Ernest would come into his aunt's money in
a few years' time, and would therefore then be rich.

Towneley was doing all he could before this, but I knew that the
knowledge I had imparted to him would make him feel as though Ernest was
more one of his own class, and had therefore a greater claim upon his
good offices. As for Ernest himself, his gratitude was greater than
could be expressed in words. I have heard him say that he can call to
mind many moments, each one of which might well pass for the happiest of
his life, but that this night stands clearly out as the most painful that
he ever passed, yet so kind and considerate was Towneley that it was
quite bearable.

But with all the best wishes in the world neither Towneley nor I could do
much to help beyond giving our moral support. Our attorney told us that
the magistrate before whom Ernest