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The further Samuel went, the clearer it all appeared, and the less compunction he felt for running to earth such a scoundrel. But he was going to do nothing in a hurry. S.S. was not the man to dish himself by showing his cards till he was sure he had them all in his hand. Possibly Cruden was not alone in the swindle. He might have accomplices.
"`Very well, then, said Waterford, as cool as a cucumber, `we'll all three stay here. Eh, Cruden? "`I'm game, said I. "He evidently didn't like the turn things were taking, and changed his tack. "`Come, don't play the fool! he said coaxingly, `The fact is, I expected a letter from a friend, and as it was very important I came to get it. It's all right.
"Will you come and shake 'ands with me, Reggie? What a dear, good- looking boy he is, Mrs Cruden! And 'ow do you do, too, my man?" said she, addressing Horace. "Pretty well? And what do they call you?" "My name is Horace," said "my man," blushing very decidedly, and retreating precipitately to a far corner of the room. "Ah, dear me! And my 'usband's name, Mrs Cruden, was 'Oward.
He meanwhile was keeping his eye on Gedge and Mr Durfy, and about a fortnight after his arrival at the Rocket, a passage of arms occurred which, slight as it was, had a serious influence on the future of all three parties concerned. The seven o'clock bell had rung, and this being one of Horace's late evenings, Reginald proposed to Gedge to stroll home with him and call and see Mrs Cruden.
Mrs Shuckleford knew it was no use trying to extract any more lucid information from her legal offspring, and did not try, but she made another effort to soften his heart with regard to the Widow Cruden and her son. "After all they're gentlefolk in trouble, as we might be," said she, "and they do behave very nice at the short-'and class to Jemima."
Why Mr Cruden should have selected Mr Richmond as his man of business was a matter only known to Mr Cruden himself, for those who knew the lawyer best did not care for him, and, without being able to deny that he was an honest man and a well-meaning man, were at least glad that their affairs were in the hands of some one else.
"Oh, just a line from Bland," replied he, hastily putting it into his pocket; "he gives no news." If truth must be told, Blandford's letter was not a very nice one, and Reginald felt it. He did not care to hear it read aloud in contrast with Harker's warm-hearted letter. Blandford had written, "Dear Cruden, I hope it's not true about your father's money going all wrong.
Alexander Cruden, of Concordance fame, was rambling over London in his lucid interval like an inverted Old Mortality, busy with a sponge obliterating every hated '45' scrawled over the walls and every conceivable spot in the city against his country. Yet at such an hour it was that the famous meeting of Johnson and his biographer took place.
Mrs Cruden could hardly tell whether to laugh or cry. "My poor boy!" she murmured; then, turning to Reginald, she said, "And what do you do, Reg?" "Oh, I sweep rooms," said Reg, solemnly; "but they've got such a shocking bad broom there that I can't make it act. If you could give me a new broom-head, mother, and put me up to a dodge or two about working out corners, I might rise in my profession!"
The subject of this eulogium appeared while it was being uttered; indeed I suspect he heard a portion of it, for, suddenly turning my head after growing weary of looking at the dusty ship, I saw a man, whom I instinctively suspected to be the captain, standing outside the little paddock in which we were enclosed, called by Mr Cruden his counting-house, with a very peculiar smile on his countenance.
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