to follow me that I had no fears of the blunderbuss, but quickened my step, and soon had him running at my heels.
“Stop, stop, sir! You’re that hasty wi’ a poor owd man.” So he whimpered as he followed me like the little cur he was.
“I’m hanged if I stop,” I answered without looking back; and had him almost in tears before I swung round on him so suddenly that he yelped with fear. “What are you bothering me for?” I blustered. “Do you want me to wring your neck?”
“Oh, I’ll go, sir! I’ll go, I’ll go,” he moaned.
ushered me upstairs to my rooms. These were small and rugged, but eminently snug and clean. In each a good fire blazed cheerfully; my portmanteau was already unstrapped, the table in the sitting-room already laid; and I could not help looking twice at the silver and the glass, so bright was their condition,