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If you won't, why I must go elsewhere that's all. The interview ended by an appointment being made for another meeting to come off at two p.m. that day, at the 'Banks of Jordan, a public-house in Sweeting's Alley, as well known to Charley as the little front parlour of Mr. M'Ruen's house. 'Bring the bill-stamp with you, Mr.
M'Ruen's young friends seldom continued to hold their heads well up over the world's waters. On the morning after this conversation with Alaric, Charley intended to call on his esteemed old friend.
M'Ruen's little front parlour, where he had to wait for fifteen minutes, while his patron made such a breakfast as generally falls to the lot of such men. We can imagine the rancid butter, the stale befingered bread, the ha'porth of sky-blue milk, the tea innocent of China's wrongs, and the soiled cloth. Mr.
Jabesh M'Ruen's house-of-call in the city, and of many a mutton chop and many a pint of stout had Charley partaken there while waiting for the man of money. To him it seemed to be inexcusable to sit down in a public inn and call for nothing; he perceived, however, that the large majority of the frequenters of the 'Banks of Jordan' so conducted themselves.
M'Ruen's with a well-contented mind. He had, it is true, left L5 behind him, and had also left the bill, still entire; but he had obtained a promise of unlimited assistance from the good- natured gentleman, and had also received instructions how he was to get a brother clerk to draw a bill, how he was to accept it himself, and how his patron was to discount it for him, paying him real gold out of the Bank of England in exchange for his worthless signature.
Davis reluctantly pocketed four of Mr. M'Ruen's sovereigns, and Charley kept in his own possession the fifth, as to which he had had so hard a combat in the lobby of the bank. He then sat silent for a while and smoked, and Mrs. Davis again waited for him to begin the subject on which she wished to speak. 'And what's the matter with Norah all this time? he said at last.
M'Ruen's with a note, and then to go to Charley's lodgings and get his brushes, razors, &c., these being the first necessaries of life for which a man naturally looks when once overtaken by such a misfortune as that with which Charley was now afflicted. In the process of time the brushes and razors came, and so did Mr. M'Ruen.
Charley stepped lighter on the ground as he left Mr. M'Ruen's house on that eventful morning than he had done for many a day. There was something delightful in the feeling that he could make money of his name in this way, as great bankers do of theirs, by putting it at the bottom of a scrap of paper.
About two years back a tailor had an over-due bill of his for L20, of which he was unable to obtain payment, and being unwilling to go to law, or perhaps being himself in Mr. M'Ruen's power, he passed this bill to that worthy gentleman what amount of consideration he got for it, it matters not now to inquire; Mr.
M'Ruen's last, in purchasing for her one simple beautiful flower, to put into her hair that night. 'You naughty puss! said Gertrude, 'we have been looking for you all over the gardens. Mrs. Val and the Miss Neverbends have been waiting this half-hour. Katie looked terribly frightened. 'Come along, and don't keep them waiting any longer. They are all in the passage.
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