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'I hardly know, replied Jack thoughtfully. 'I hardly know. Young Pacey, I think, might be made summut on; but his uncle, Major Screw, looks uncommon sharp after him, and he's a minor. 'Would he pay? asked Sponge, who, keeping as he said, 'no books, was not inclined to do business on 'tick.
What between Jack's encouragement, and the inspiring influence of the bottle, aided by his own self-sufficiency, Pacey began to look upon Sponge with anything but admiration; and at last it occurred to him that he would be a very proper subject to, what he called, 'take the shine out of. 'That isn't a bad-like nag, that chestnut of yours, for the wheeler of a coach, Mr.
Pacey then got Mr. Sponge on to talk about the horse of which he had become the unwilling possessor the renowned chestnut, Multum-in-Parvo. Mr.
'But I do, growled Jack, adding, in an undertone also, as he stooped for his napkin, 'don't spoil sport, man; he's as good a horse as ever stepped; and if you'll challenge him, I'll stand between you and danger. 'But he may challenge something I don't want to part with, observed Pacey. 'Then you've nothin' to do, replied Jack, 'but bring up your hand without any money in it. 'Ah!
'It's an ungenerous world, observed Sponge, 'and it's no use being abused for nothing. What sort of a genius is Pacey? Is he inclined to go the pace? 'Oh, quite, replied Jack; 'his great desire is to be thought a sportsman. 'A sportsman or a sporting man? asked Sponge. 'W-h-o-y! I should say p'raps a sportin' man more than the sportsman, replied Jack.
Everything about him shows that. Does nothing breeches by Anderson boots by Bartley; besides which, he drinks wine every day, and has a whole box of cigars in his bedroom. But don't take my word for it, pray, continued Bragg, seeing Pacey was wavering; 'don't take my word for it, pray.
'He's got a good horse or two, though, observed Pacey; 'I saw them on the road coming here the other day. Pacey, like many youngsters, professed to be a judge of horses, and thought himself rather sharp at a deal. 'They are good horses, replied Jack, with an emphasis on the good, adding, 'I'd be very glad to have one of them. Mr. Spraggon then asked Mr.
Spraggon took advantage of a dead silence to call up the table to Mister Sponge to take wine; a compliment that Sponge acknowledged the accordance of by a very low bow into his plate, and by-and-by Mister Sponge 'Mistered' Mr. Spraggon to return the compliment. 'No, replied Spraggon, 'nor do I wish. 'Great snob, observed Pacey. 'Shocking, assented Spraggon.
Pacey, with a jerk of the head. 'Oh, by Jove! exclaimed Jack, taking his cap by the tassel, and twisting it off his head, that won't do! downright impeachment of one's integrity. Oh, by Jingo! that won't do! motioning as if he was going to bounce out of bed; can't stand that impeach one's integrity, you know, better take one's life, you know. Life without honour's nothin', you know.
The next morning the children came with their father to the lodgings of Sir Matthew Hale, very well, and quite restored to their usual health. Mr. Pacey, being asked at what time their health began to improve, replied, that they were quite well in half an hour after the conviction of the prisoners.
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