but find him,' Bragg standing on his tiptoes, and
exclaiming, 'Mr. Buckram! Mr. Buckram! Has anybody seen anything of Mr.
Buckram!'

'Here!' replied a meek voice from behind; upon which there was an elbowing
through the crowd, and presently a most respectable, rosy-gilled,
grey-haired, hawbuck-looking man, attired in a new brown cutaway, with
bright buttons and a velvet collar, with a buff waistcoat, came twirling an
ash-stick in one hand, and fumbling the silver in his drab trousers' pocket
with the other, in front of the bystanders.

'Oh! 'ere he is!' exclaimed Bragg, appealing to the stranger with a hasty
'_You_ know Captain Boville, don't you?'

'Why, now, as to the matter of that,' replied the gentleman, gathering all
the loose silver up into his hand and speaking very slowly, just as a
country gentleman, who has all the live-long day to do nothing in, may be
supposed to speak--' Why, now, as to the matter of that,' said he, eyeing
Pacey intently, and beginning to drop the silver slowly as he spoke, 'I
can't say that I've any very 'ticklar 'quaintance with the captin. I knows
him, in course, just as one knows a neighbour's son. The captin's a good
deal younger nor me,' continued he, raising his new eight-and-sixpenny
Parisian, as if to show his sandy grey hair. 'I'm a'most sixty; and he, I
dare say, is little more nor twenty,' dropping a half-crown as he said it.
'But the captin's a nice young gent--a nice young gent, without any
blandishment, I should say; and that's more nor one can say of all young
gents nowadays,' said Buckram, looking at Pacey as he spoke, and dropping
two consecutive half-crowns.

'Why, but you live near him, don't you?' interrupted Bragg.

'Near him,' repeated Buckram, feeling his well-shaven chin thoughtfully.
'Why, yes--that's to say, near his dad. The fact is,' continued he, 'I've a
little independence of my own,' dropping a heavy five-shilling piece as he
said it,' and his father--old Bo, as I call him--adjoins me; and if either
of us 'appen to have a _battue_, or a 'aunch of wenzun, and a few friends,
we inwite each other, and wicey wersey, you know,' letting off a lot of
shillings and sixpences. And just at the moment the blind fiddler struck up
'The Devil among the Tailors,' when the shouts and laughter of the mob
closed the scene.

And now gentlemen, who heretofore have shown no more of the jockey than
Cinderella's feet in the early part of the pantomime disclose of her ball
a