Moss, with a grin: "and I know this, if I
go to the Earl of Kew in the Albany, or the Honourable Captain Belsize,
Knightsbridge Barracks, they let me in soon enough. I'm told his father
ain't got much money."
"How the deuce should I know? or what do I care?" cries the young artist,
stamping the heel of his blucher on the pavement. "When I was sick in
that confounded Clipstone Street, I know the Colonel came to see me, and
Newcome too, day after day, and night after night. And when I was getting
well, they sent me wine and jelly, and all sorts of jolly things. I
should like to know how often you came to see me, Moss, and what you did
for a fellow?"
"Well, I kep away because I thought you wouldn't like to be reminded of
that two pound three you owe me, Hicks: that's why I kep away," says Mr.
Moss, who, I dare say, was good-natured too. And when young Moss appeared
at the billiard-room that night, it was evident that Hicks had told the
story; for the Wardour Street youth was saluted with a roar of queries,
"How about that two pound three that Hicks owes you?"
The artless conversation of the two youths will enable us to understand
how our hero's life was speeding.
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