'Did you, sir?' asked the notary. 'I tell you what, gentlemen,' replied Brass, in a very grave manner,'he'll not serve his case this way, and really, if you feel anyinterest in him, you had better advise him to go upon some other tack. | Did I, sir? Of course I never did.' 'Gentlemen,' cried Kit, on whom a light broke suddenly, 'Master, MrAbel, Mr Witherden, every one of you--he did it! What I have done tooffend him, I don't know, but this is a plot to ruin me. Mind,gentlemen, it's a plot, and whatever comes of it, I will say with mydying breath that he put that note in my hat himself! Look at him,gentlemen! see how he changes colour. Which of us looks the guiltyperson--he, or I?''You hear him, gentlemen?' said Brass, smiling, 'you hear him. Now,does this case strike you as assuming rather a black complexion, or |
he dived into one of Kit's pockets, and fished up a miscellaneous collection of small articles; 'very painful. Nothing here, Mr Richard,Sir, all perfectly satisfactory. Nor here, sir. Nor in the waistcoat,Mr Richard, nor in the coat tails. So far, I am rejoiced, I am sure.'Richard Swiveller, holding Kit's hat in his hand, was watching theproceedings with great interest, and bore upon his face the slightestpossible indication of a smile, as Brass, shutting one of his eyes, | looked with the other up the inside of one of the poor fellow's sleeves as if it were a telescope--when Sampson turning hastily to him, badehim search the hat.'Here's a handkerchief,' said Dick.'No harm in that sir,' rejoined Brass, applying his eye to the othersleeve, and speaking in the voice of one who was contemplating an |
With many thanks, and many more self-reproaches for having on such slight grounds suspected one who in their very first conversationturned out such a different man from what he had supposed, Kit took themoney and made the best of his way home. Mr Brass remained airinghimself at the fire, and resumed his vocal exercise, and his seraphicsmile, simultaneously.'May I come in?' said Miss Sally, peeping. | 'Oh yes, you may come in,' returned her brother.'Ahem!' coughed Miss Brass interrogatively.'Why, yes,' returned Sampson, 'I should say as good as done.'CHAPTER 57Mr Chuckster's indignant apprehensions were not without foundation. |