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‘
To
the
old
gentleman
,
’
returned
Mr
Chuckster
,
slightly
abashed
.
‘
Our
client
prefers
to
take
him
now
,
’
said
Mr
Abel
,
drily
.
‘
There
is
no
longer
any
need
for
that
precaution
,
as
my
father
’
s
relationship
to
a
gentleman
in
whom
the
objects
of
his
search
have
full
confidence
,
will
be
a
sufficient
guarantee
for
the
friendly
nature
of
their
errand
.
’
‘
Ah
!
’
thought
Mr
Chuckster
,
looking
out
of
window
,
‘
anybody
but
me
!
Snobby
before
me
,
of
course
.
He
didn
’
t
happen
to
take
that
particular
five
-
pound
note
,
but
I
have
not
the
smallest
doubt
that
he
’
s
always
up
to
something
of
that
sort
.
I
always
said
it
,
long
before
this
came
out
.
Devilish
pretty
girl
that
!
‘
Pon
my
soul
,
an
amazing
little
creature
!
’
Barbara
was
the
subject
of
Mr
Chuckster
’
s
commendations
;
and
as
she
was
lingering
near
the
carriage
(
all
being
now
ready
for
its
departure
)
,
that
gentleman
was
suddenly
seized
with
a
strong
interest
in
the
proceedings
,
which
impelled
him
to
swagger
down
the
garden
,
and
take
up
his
position
at
a
convenient
ogling
distance
.
Having
had
great
experience
of
the
sex
,
and
being
perfectly
acquainted
with
all
those
little
artifices
which
find
the
readiest
road
to
their
hearts
,
Mr
Chuckster
,
on
taking
his
ground
,
planted
one
hand
on
his
hip
,
and
with
the
other
adjusted
his
flowing
hair
.
This
is
a
favourite
attitude
in
the
polite
circles
,
and
,
accompanied
with
a
graceful
whistling
,
has
been
known
to
do
immense
execution
.
Such
,
however
,
is
the
difference
between
town
and
country
,
that
nobody
took
the
smallest
notice
of
this
insinuating
figure
;
the
wretches
being
wholly
engaged
in
bidding
the
travellers
farewell
,
in
kissing
hands
to
each
other
,
waving
handkerchiefs
,
and
the
like
tame
and
vulgar
practices
.
For
now
the
single
gentleman
and
Mr
Garland
were
in
the
carriage
,
and
the
post
-
boy
was
in
the
saddle
,
and
Kit
,
well
wrapped
and
muffled
up
,
was
in
the
rumble
behind
;
and
Mrs
Garland
was
there
,
and
Mr
Abel
was
there
,
and
Kit
’
s
mother
was
there
,
and
little
Jacob
was
there
,
and
Barbara
’
s
mother
was
visible
in
remote
perspective
,
nursing
the
ever
-
wakeful
baby
;
and
all
were
nodding
,
beckoning
,
curtseying
,
or
crying
out
,
‘
Good
bye
!
’
with
all
the
energy
they
could
express
.
In
another
minute
,
the
carriage
was
out
of
sight
;
and
Mr
Chuckster
remained
alone
on
the
spot
where
it
had
lately
been
,
with
a
vision
of
Kit
standing
up
in
the
rumble
waving
his
hand
to
Barbara
,
and
of
Barbara
in
the
full
light
and
lustre
of
his
eyes
—
his
eyes
—
Chuckster
’
s
—
Chuckster
the
successful
—
on
whom
ladies
of
quality
had
looked
with
favour
from
phaetons
in
the
parks
on
Sundays
—
waving
hers
to
Kit
!
How
Mr
Chuckster
,
entranced
by
this
monstrous
fact
,
stood
for
some
time
rooted
to
the
earth
,
protesting
within
himself
that
Kit
was
the
Prince
of
felonious
characters
,
and
very
Emperor
or
Great
Mogul
of
Snobs
,
and
how
he
clearly
traced
this
revolting
circumstance
back
to
that
old
villany
of
the
shilling
,
are
matters
foreign
to
our
purpose
;
which
is
to
track
the
rolling
wheels
,
and
bear
the
travellers
company
on
their
cold
,
bleak
journey
.
It
was
a
bitter
day
.
A
keen
wind
was
blowing
,
and
rushed
against
them
fiercely
:
bleaching
the
hard
ground
,
shaking
the
white
frost
from
the
trees
and
hedges
,
and
whirling
it
away
like
dust
.
But
little
cared
Kit
for
weather
.
There
was
a
freedom
and
freshness
in
the
wind
,
as
it
came
howling
by
,
which
,
let
it
cut
never
so
sharp
,
was
welcome
.
As
it
swept
on
with
its
cloud
of
frost
,
bearing
down
the
dry
twigs
and
boughs
and
withered
leaves
,
and
carrying
them
away
pell
-
mell
,
it
seemed
as
though
some
general
sympathy
had
got
abroad
,
and
everything
was
in
a
hurry
,
like
themselves
.
The
harder
the
gusts
,
the
better
progress
they
appeared
to
make
.
It
was
a
good
thing
to
go
struggling
and
fighting
forward
,
vanquishing
them
one
by
one
;
to
watch
them
driving
up
,
gathering
strength
and
fury
as
they
came
along
;
to
bend
for
a
moment
,
as
they
whistled
past
;
and
then
to
look
back
and
see
them
speed
away
,
their
hoarse
noise
dying
in
the
distance
,
and
the
stout
trees
cowering
down
before
them
.
All
day
long
,
it
blew
without
cessation
.
The
night
was
clear
and
starlit
,
but
the
wind
had
not
fallen
,
and
the
cold
was
piercing
.
Sometimes
—
towards
the
end
of
a
long
stage
—
Kit
could
not
help
wishing
it
were
a
little
warmer
:
but
when
they
stopped
to
change
horses
,
and
he
had
had
a
good
run
,
and
what
with
that
,
and
the
bustle
of
paying
the
old
postilion
,
and
rousing
the
new
one
,
and
running
to
and
fro
again
until
the
horses
were
put
to
,
he
was
so
warm
that
the
blood
tingled
and
smarted
in
his
fingers
’
ends
—
then
,
he
felt
as
if
to
have
it
one
degree
less
cold
would
be
to
lose
half
the
delight
and
glory
of
the
journey
:
and
up
he
jumped
again
,
right
cheerily
,
singing
to
the
merry
music
of
the
wheels
as
they
rolled
away
,
and
,
leaving
the
townspeople
in
their
warm
beds
,
pursued
their
course
along
the
lonely
road
.
