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Ripton Thompson, whose assistance the Attorney-General, in his opening statement, congratulated himself on securing; a rather unusual thing, due probably to the eminence and renown of that youthful gentleman at the Bar of his country.
Ripton attentively observed his chief, and saw him doff his hat with a curious caution, and peer into its recess, from which, during Mrs. Berry's speech, he drew forth a little glove dropped there by some freak of chance. "Keep me, keep me, now you have me!" sang the little glove, and amused the lover with a thousand conceits. "When will she wake, do you think, Mrs. Berry?" he asked.
And there were wines to drown him in, should he still think of protesting; fiery wines, and cool: claret sent purposely by the bridegroom for the delectation of his friend. For one good hour, therefore, the labour of many hours kept him dumb. Ripton was fortifying himself so as to forget him altogether, and the world as well, till the next morning. Ripton was excited, overdone with delight.
"I told Waters to keep everybody out to-night because I want to know exactly what I'm going to say on the floor tomorrow. I don't want 'em to give me trouble. Did you bring some of those papers with you?" Mr. Tooting fished a bundle from his overcoat pocket. The papers in question, of which he had a great number stored away in Ripton, represented the foresight, on Mr. Tooting's part, of years.
At times he half-rose from his chair, and fell vacuously into it again; or he chuckled in the face of weighty, severely-worded instructions; tapped his chest, stretched his arms, yawned, and in short behaved so singularly that Richard observed it, and said: "On my soul, I don't think you know a word I'm saying." "Every word, Ricky!" Ripton spirted through the opening.
Crewe is a summer resident, with a house in New York," etc., etc. Assigned, among others, to the Ripton Record. "Paul Pardriff went up to Leith to-day," said Mr. Bascom. "Go to see him," replied the Honourable Hilary. "I've been thinking for some time that the advertising in the Ripton Record deserves an additional annual." Mr.
Ripton delivered this opinion with a modest impressiveness. "What do you mean?" said Richard. "You don't suppose I care for any woman but my little darling down there." He laughed. "No; of course not. That's absurd. What I mean is, that people perhaps will you know, they do they say all manner of things, and that makes unhappiness; and I do wish you were going home to-morrow, Ricky.
I tell you, my dear, she ain't soft, no! except to the man of her heart; and the best of women's too soft there mores our sorrow!" "Well, well!" said Richard, who thought he knew. "I agree with you, Mrs. Berry," Ripton struck in, "Mrs. Richard would do anything in the world her husband asked her, I'm quite sure." "Bless you for your good opinion, Mr. Thompson!
I don't know what I'd have done without that man Tooting in your father's office. He's a wasted genius in Ripton. What? Good-by, you'll find your wagon, I guess. Well, Victoria, where have you been keeping yourself? I've been so busy I haven't had time to look for you. You're going to stay to dinner, and Hastings, and all the people who have helped."
The boys had examined the outer walls of the jail, and arrived at the conclusion that Tom's escape might be managed if Tom had spirit, and the rope and file could be anyway reached to him. But to do this, somebody must gain admittance to his cell, and who was to be taken into their confidence? "Try your cousin," Ripton suggested, after much debate.
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