I know 'em. I'll take another pint of beer, if you please. Betsy, has
Mrs. Nokes any cold meat in the bar? and an accustomed pickle? Ha! Give
her my compliments, and say F. B. is hungry. I resume my tale. Faults F.
B. has, and knows it. Humbug he may have been sometimes; but I'm not such
a complete humbug as Honeyman."
Clive did not know how to look at this character of his relative, but
Clive's companion burst into a fit of laughter, at which F. B. nodded
gravely, and resumed his narrative. "I don't know how much money he has
had from your governor, but this I can say, the half of it would make F.
B. a happy man. I don't know out of how much the reverend party has
nobbled his poor old sister at Brighton. He has mortgaged his chapel to
Sherrick, I suppose you know, who is master of it, and could turn him out
any day. I don't think Sherrick is a bad fellow. I think he's a good
fellow; I have known him do many a good turn to a chap in misfortune. He
wants to get into society: what more natural? That was why you were asked
to meet him the other day, and why he asked you to dinner.
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