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‘
Humph
!
’
Dick
muttered
.
‘
Would
it
be
any
breach
of
confidence
,
Marchioness
,
to
relate
what
they
say
of
the
humble
individual
who
has
now
the
honour
to
—
?
’
‘
Miss
Sally
says
you
’
re
a
funny
chap
,
’
replied
his
friend
.
‘
Well
,
Marchioness
,
’
said
Mr
Swiveller
,
‘
that
’
s
not
uncomplimentary
.
Merriment
,
Marchioness
,
is
not
a
bad
or
a
degrading
quality
.
Old
King
Cole
was
himself
a
merry
old
soul
,
if
we
may
put
any
faith
in
the
pages
of
history
.
’
‘
But
she
says
,
’
pursued
his
companion
,
‘
that
you
an
’
t
to
be
trusted
.
’
‘
Why
,
really
Marchioness
,
’
said
Mr
Swiveller
,
thoughtfully
;
‘
several
ladies
and
gentlemen
—
not
exactly
professional
persons
,
but
tradespeople
,
ma
’
am
,
tradespeople
—
have
made
the
same
remark
.
The
obscure
citizen
who
keeps
the
hotel
over
the
way
,
inclined
strongly
to
that
opinion
to
-
night
when
I
ordered
him
to
prepare
the
banquet
.
It
’
s
a
popular
prejudice
,
Marchioness
;
and
yet
I
am
sure
I
don
’
t
know
why
,
for
I
have
been
trusted
in
my
time
to
a
considerable
amount
,
and
I
can
safely
say
that
I
never
forsook
my
trust
until
it
deserted
me
—
never
.
Mr
Brass
is
of
the
same
opinion
,
I
suppose
?
’
His
friend
nodded
again
,
with
a
cunning
look
which
seemed
to
hint
that
Mr
Brass
held
stronger
opinions
on
the
subject
than
his
sister
;
and
seeming
to
recollect
herself
,
added
imploringly
,
‘
But
don
’
t
you
ever
tell
upon
me
,
or
I
shall
be
beat
to
death
.
’
‘
Marchioness
,
’
said
Mr
Swiveller
,
rising
,
‘
the
word
of
a
gentleman
is
as
good
as
his
bond
—
sometimes
better
,
as
in
the
present
case
,
where
his
bond
might
prove
but
a
doubtful
sort
of
security
.
I
am
your
friend
,
and
I
hope
we
shall
play
many
more
rubbers
together
in
this
same
saloon
.
But
,
Marchioness
,
’
added
Richard
,
stopping
in
his
way
to
the
door
,
and
wheeling
slowly
round
upon
the
small
servant
,
who
was
following
with
the
candle
;
‘
it
occurs
to
me
that
you
must
be
in
the
constant
habit
of
airing
your
eye
at
keyholes
,
to
know
all
this
.
’
‘
I
only
wanted
,
’
replied
the
trembling
Marchioness
,
‘
to
know
where
the
key
of
the
safe
was
hid
;
that
was
all
;
and
I
wouldn
’
t
have
taken
much
,
if
I
had
found
it
—
only
enough
to
squench
my
hunger
.
’
‘
You
didn
’
t
find
it
then
?
’
said
Dick
.
‘
But
of
course
you
didn
’
t
,
or
you
’
d
be
plumper
.
Good
night
,
Marchioness
.
Fare
thee
well
,
and
if
for
ever
,
then
for
ever
fare
thee
well
—
and
put
up
the
chain
,
Marchioness
,
in
case
of
accidents
.
