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"
Come
,
Josh
,
"
he
said
,
in
a
cajoling
tone
,
"
give
us
a
spoonful
of
brandy
,
and
a
sovereign
to
pay
the
way
back
,
and
I
’
ll
go
.
Honor
bright
!
I
’
ll
go
like
a
bullet
,
BY
Jove
!
"
"
Mind
,
"
said
Rigg
,
drawing
out
a
bunch
of
keys
,
"
if
I
ever
see
you
again
,
I
shan
’
t
speak
to
you
.
I
don
’
t
own
you
any
more
than
if
I
saw
a
crow
;
and
if
you
want
to
own
me
you
’
ll
get
nothing
by
it
but
a
character
for
being
what
you
are
—
a
spiteful
,
brassy
,
bullying
rogue
.
"
"
That
’
s
a
pity
,
now
,
Josh
,
"
said
Raffles
,
affecting
to
scratch
his
head
and
wrinkle
his
brows
upward
as
if
he
were
nonplussed
.
"
I
’
m
very
fond
of
you
;
BY
Jove
,
I
am
!
There
’
s
nothing
I
like
better
than
plaguing
you
—
you
’
re
so
like
your
mother
,
and
I
must
do
without
it
.
But
the
brandy
and
the
sovereign
’
s
a
bargain
.
"
He
jerked
forward
the
flask
and
Rigg
went
to
a
fine
old
oaken
bureau
with
his
keys
.
But
Raffles
had
reminded
himself
by
his
movement
with
the
flask
that
it
had
become
dangerously
loose
from
its
leather
covering
,
and
catching
sight
of
a
folded
paper
which
had
fallen
within
the
fender
,
he
took
it
up
and
shoved
it
under
the
leather
so
as
to
make
the
glass
firm
.
By
that
time
Rigg
came
forward
with
a
brandy
-
bottle
,
filled
the
flask
,
and
handed
Raffles
a
sovereign
,
neither
looking
at
him
nor
speaking
to
him
.
After
locking
up
the
bureau
again
,
he
walked
to
the
window
and
gazed
out
as
impassibly
as
he
had
done
at
the
beginning
of
the
interview
,
while
Raffles
took
a
small
allowance
from
the
flask
,
screwed
it
up
,
and
deposited
it
in
his
side
-
pocket
,
with
provoking
slowness
,
making
a
grimace
at
his
stepson
’
s
back
.
"
Farewell
,
Josh
—
and
if
forever
!
"
said
Raffles
,
turning
back
his
head
as
he
opened
the
door
.
Rigg
saw
him
leave
the
grounds
and
enter
the
lane
.
The
gray
day
had
turned
to
a
light
drizzling
rain
,
which
freshened
the
hedgerows
and
the
grassy
borders
of
the
by
-
roads
,
and
hastened
the
laborers
who
were
loading
the
last
shocks
of
corn
Raffles
,
walking
with
the
uneasy
gait
of
a
town
loiterer
obliged
to
do
a
bit
of
country
journeying
on
foot
,
looked
as
incongruous
amid
this
moist
rural
quiet
and
industry
as
if
he
had
been
a
baboon
escaped
from
a
menagerie
.
But
there
were
none
to
stare
at
him
except
the
long
-
weaned
calves
,
and
none
to
show
dislike
of
his
appearance
except
the
little
water
-
rats
which
rustled
away
at
his
approach
.
He
was
fortunate
enough
when
he
got
on
to
the
highroad
to
be
overtaken
by
the
stage
-
coach
,
which
carried
him
to
Brassing
;
and
there
he
took
the
new
-
made
railway
,
observing
to
his
fellow
-
passengers
that
he
considered
it
pretty
well
seasoned
now
it
had
done
for
Huskisson
.
Mr
.
Raffles
on
most
occasions
kept
up
the
sense
of
having
been
educated
at
an
academy
,
and
being
able
,
if
he
chose
,
to
pass
well
everywhere
;
indeed
,
there
was
not
one
of
his
fellow
-
men
whom
he
did
not
feel
himself
in
a
position
to
ridicule
and
torment
,
confident
of
the
entertainment
which
he
thus
gave
to
all
the
rest
of
the
company
.
