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All his people, suddenly surprised, lose their presence of mind. Even when the surprise is not extraordinary their actions are wild. When Tom Pinch calls upon John Westlock in London, after no very long separation, John, welcoming him at breakfast, puts the rolls into his boots, and so forth.
Tom still pretending to look incredulous, she gave him a tap on the head with the rolling-pin, and still laughing merrily, had returned to the composition of the top crust, when she started and turned very red. Tom started, too, for following her eyes, he saw John Westlock in the room. 'Why, my goodness, John! How did YOU come in?
Martin drained his glass, and looked at the fire. 'I don't mean to say that is a right feeling, pursued John Westlock 'because it was no fault of mine; and I can quite understand you for instance, fully appreciating him, and yet being forced by circumstances to remain there.
'This person's name is Lewsome, said John Westlock, 'whom I have mentioned to you as having been seized with an illness at the inn near here, and undergone so much. He has had a very hard time of it, ever since he began to recover; but, as you see, he is now doing well.
It was all very well to know that Shakespeare's 'Twelfth Night' was played in Middle Temple Hall, that the York and Lancaster roses grew here, that Dr. Johnson lived No. 1 Inner Temple Lane, and that Goldsmith died No. 2 Brick Court, Middle Temple; these actual events and people seemed far less real than the scenes between Pendennis and Fanny, John Westlock and little Ruth Pinch.
The chambermaid, in the background, made out as much of it as she could, and invented the rest; believing it all from that time forth as a positive piece of evidence. 'He has very little luggage, you say? observed the gentleman, who was no other than our old friend, John Westlock. 'Nothing but a portmanteau, said the landlord; 'and very little in it. 'A few pounds in his purse, though? 'Yes.
'The fortunate youth, born under an auspicious star, returned John Westlock, laughing; 'whose parents, or guardians, are destined to be hooked by the advertisement. What! Don't you know that he has advertised again? 'No. 'Oh, yes. I read it just before dinner in the old newspaper. I know it to be his; having some reason to remember the style. Hush! Here's Pinch.
John Westlock, who did nothing by halves, if he could help it, had provided beds for his two guests in the hotel; and after a very happy evening, they retired. Mr Pinch was sitting on the side of his bed with his cravat and shoes off, ruminating on the manifold good qualities of his old friend, when he was interrupted by a knock at his chamber door, and the voice of John himself.
Can you suggest anything else? 'N-no, replied the landlord, 'except 'Except, who's to pay, I suppose? said John. 'Why, hesitated the landlord, 'it would be as well. 'Quite as well, said the landlady. 'Not forgetting to remember the servants, said the chambermaid in a bland whisper. 'It is but reasonable, I fully admit, said John Westlock.
I mustn't eat myself, or I shall have no appetite for the chops. 'There are no chops here, my food fellow. 'No. But there are at Islington, said Tom. John Westlock was perfectly confounded by this reply, and vowed he would not touch a morsel until Tom had explained himself fully. So Tom sat down, and told him all; to which he listened with the greatest interest.
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