"Well!" said our hero, answering in the same jocular vein—"I confess, I have 'the actor's high ambition.' It is astonishing how my heart beat, when Richard cried out, 'Come bustle,[1] bustle!'—Yes, Pepper avaunt!—
"A thousand hearts are great within my bosom."
"Well, well," said Long Ned, stretching himself, "since you are so fond of the play, what say you to an excursion thither to-night?—Garrick acts!"
"Done!" cried Paul.
"Done!" echoed lazily Long Ned, rising with that blasé air which distinguishes the matured man of the world from the enthusiastic tyro.—"Done! and we will adjourn afterwards to the White Horse."
"But stay a moment," said Paul, "if you remember, I owed you a guinea when I last saw you,—here it is!"
"Nonsense," exclaimed Long Ned, refusing the money,—"nonsense! you want the money at
- ↑ Money.
