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On the following morning the money was paid; and in the course of the next week the shares were resold, and the money repaid, and Alaric Tudor, for the first time in his life, found himself to be the possessor of over three hundred pounds. Such was the price which Scott, Manylodes, & Co., had found it worth their while to pay him for his good report on Mary Jane.
'So it's all up with the New Friendships, is it? said Undy. 'Up and down, Mr. Scott; every dog has his day; these Mary Janes will be going the same way some of them days. We're all mortal; and with this moral comparison between the uncertainty of human life and the vicissitudes of the shares in which he trafficked, Mr. Manylodes proceeded to put some more sugar and brandy into his tumbler.
No man, conversant with the species to which he belonged, could have taken him for anything but what he was. As he entered the room, a faint, sickly, second-hand smell of alcohol pervaded the atmosphere. 'Well, Manylodes, said Scott, 'I'm glad to see you again. This is my friend, Mr. Tudor. 'Your servant, sir, said Manylodes, just touching his hat, without moving it from his head.
Manylodes hung on till just the last, and yet got out on his feet after all. That fellow will make a mint of money yet. What a pity that he should be such a rogue! If he were honest, honest enough I mean to be trusted, he might do anything. 'I shall leave this on Wednesday night, take the oaths on Thursday, and will see you in the evening.
Scott, I've a deal to do before I get to my downy; and I don't like those doctored tipples. Good night, Mr. Scott. I wishes you good night, sir; and making another slight reference to his hat, which had not been removed from his head during the whole interview, Mr. Manylodes took himself off.
And he resolved in his mind that he would be very early at the pit's mouth. He would not be kept from his duty while a dissipated colleague collected his senses by the aid of soda- water. Mr. Manylodes was, at any rate, right in this, that that beverage, which men call bishop, is a doctored tipple; and Alaric Tudor, when he woke in the morning, owned the truth.
But he felt ashamed to break his engagement, and thus followed Undy into the hotel. 'Has Mr. Manylodes been here? said Scott, as he walked upstairs. 'He's in the bar now, sir, said the waiter. 'Beg him to come up, then. In the bar! why, that man must have a bar within himself the alcohol he consumes every day would be a tidy sale for a small public-house. Up they went, and Mr.
But when men like you and me become of any note in the world, others, such as Manylodes, like to know that we are embarked in the same speculation with themselves. Why are members of Parliament asked to be directors, and vice-governors, and presidents, and guardians, of all the joint-stock societies that are now set agoing?
Manylodes' countenance, saw plainly that that worthy gentleman was talking of himself; and in spite of his better instincts, a desire came over him to know more of what they were discussing, and he could not keep from thinking that shares bought at L4 12s. 6d., and realizing L25, must be very nice property.
'And how are you, Mr. Scott? I am glad to see you again in these parts, sir. 'And how's trade? Come, Tudor, what will you drink? Manylodes, I know, takes brandy; their sherry is vile, and their claret worse; maybe they may have a fairish glass of port. And how is trade, Manylodes? 'We're all as brisk as bees at present. I never knew things sharper.
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