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"X. Y. does not seem such a very bad fellow," said another. "He looks rich, and talks rich," said a third. "A decided, independent way of expressing his sentiments; those moneyed men generally have." "Good heavens!" ejaculated Spendquick, who had been keeping his eye anxiously fixed on the pair, "do look; X. Y. is actually taking out his pocket-book; he is coming this way.
To thrust on his boots, change his dressing-robe for a frock-coat, snatch at his hat, gloves, and cane, break from Spendquick, descend the stairs, a flight at a leap, gain the street, throw himself into a cabriolet, all this was done before his astounded visitor could even recover breath enough to ask "What's the matter?"
"Yacht, at this time of the year! a man who habitually resides at Vienna a yacht!" "Spendquick sells it a bargain, on account of the time of year and other reasons; and the count proposes to spend next summer in cruising about the Ionian Isles. He has some property on those isles, which he has never yet visited." "How long is it since he bought this yacht?"
Avenel, with a serious, thoughtful face, and a slow step, approached the group. Nor did the great Roman general more nervously "flutter the dove-cots in Corioli," than did the advance of the supposed X. Y. agitate the bosoms of Lord Spendquick and his sympathizing friends.
LORD SPENDQUICK. "Levy. Just come from him, never saw him in such a fidget. He was going into the city, I suppose to see X. Y. Dashed off this note for you, and would have sent it by a servant, but I said I would bring it." "I hope he does not want his money yet. 'Private and confidential, that looks bad." SPENDQUICK. "Devilish bad, indeed."
Pocket-book in hand, and apparently feeling for something formidable within its mystic recesses, step by step came Dick Avenel towards the fireplace. The group stood still, fascinated by horror. "Hum," said Mr. Avenel, clearing his throat. "I don't like that hum at all," muttered Spendquick. "Proud to have made your acquaintance, gentlemen," said Dick, bowing.
I should not like to be in your friend's shoes." "Shoes!" said Spendquick, with a sort of shudder; "you never saw a neater fellow, nor one, to do him justice, who takes more time in dressing than he does in general. And talking of shoes, he rushed out with the right boot on the left foot, and the left boot on the right. Very mysterious!"
'Private and confidential, that looks bad." SPENDQUICK. "Devilish bad, indeed." Frank opens the note, and reads, half aloud, "Dear Hazeldean " He always Spendquicks me when he lends me money; and 't is 'My dear Lord' when he wants it back. Capital sign!" Frank reads on, but to himself, and with a changing countenance,
Nay, when the wit tried once to show him up or mystify him, Dick answered with a bluff spirit, that, though very coarse, was found so humorous by Lord Spendquick and other gentlemen similarly situated in the money-market that they turned the laugh against the wit, and silenced him for the rest of the night, a circumstance which made the party go off much more pleasantly.
I should not like to be in your friend's shoes." "Shoes!" said Spendquick, with a sort of shudder; "you never saw a neater fellow, nor one, to do him justice, who takes more time in dressing than he does in general. And talking of shoes, he rushed out with the right boot on the left foot, and the left boot on the right. Very mysterious!"
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