them. He'll be woundy glad to see you, I'll be bound."
"Show this gentleman into the bar," rejoined Augustus, "while I go and pay my respects to honest Geordie!"
The boy made a sort of a bow, and leading our hero into the bar, consigned him to the care of Sal, a buxom bar-maid, who reflected credit on the taste of the landlord, and who received Paul with marked distinction and a gill of brandy.
Paul had not long to play the amiable, before Tomlinson rejoined him with the information, that Gentleman George would be most happy to see him in the back-parlour, and that he would there find an old friend in the person of Mr. Pepper.
"What! is he here?" cried Paul, "the sorry knave! to let me be caged in his stead!"
"Gently, gently, no misapplication of terms," said Augustus; "that was not knavery, that was prudence, the greatest of all virtues and the rarest.—But come along, and Pepper shall explain to-morrow."
Threading a gallery or passage, Augustus preceded our hero, opened a door, and introduced
