to me in the hall, and stay with us: it may be a thief, for aught I know."
The maid soon reappeared, followed by Mr. Thomas Leicester.
That young worthy had lingered on Scutchemsee Nob, to extract the last drop of enjoyment from the situation, by setting up his hat at ten paces, and firing the gentlemen's pistols at it. I despair of conveying to any rational reader the satisfaction, keen, though brief, this afforded him; it was a new sensation: gentlemen's guns he had fired many; but duelling-pistols, not one, till that bright hour.
He was now come to remind Catharine of his pecuniary claims. Luckily for him, she was one who did not need to be reminded of her promises.
"Oh, it is you, child!" said she. "Well, I'll be as good as my word."
She then dismissed her maid, and went up stairs, and soon returned with two guineas, a crown piece, and three shillings in her hand.
"There," said she, smiling, "I am sorry for you, but that is all the money I have in the world."
The boy's eyes glittered at sight of the coin: he rammed the silver into his pocket with hungry rapidity; but he shook his head about the gold.
"I'm afeard o' these," said he, and eyed them mistrustfully in his palm. "These be the friends that get you your throat cut o' dark nights. Mistress, please you keep 'em for me, and let me have a shilling now and then when I'm dry."
"Nay," said Kate, "but are you not afraid I shall spend your money, now I have none left of my own?"
Tom seemed quite struck with the reasonableness of this observation, and hesitated. However, he concluded to risk it.
"You don't look one of the sort to wrong a poor fellow," said he; "and besides, you'll have brass to spare of your own before long, I know."
Kate opened her eyes.
"Oh, indeed!" said she; "and pray, how do you know that?"
Mr. Leicester favored her with a knowing wink. He gave her a moment to digest this, and then said, almost in a whisper,—
"Hearkened the gentlefolks on Scutchemsee Nob, after you was gone home, Mistress."
Kate was annoyed.
"What! they must be prating as soon as one's back is turned! Talk of women's tongues! Now what did they say, I should like to know?"
"It was about the bet, ye know."
"A bet? Oh, that is no affair of mine."
"Ay, but it is. Why, 'twas you they were betting on. Seems that old soger and Squire Hammersley had laid three guineas to one that you should let out which was your fancy of them two."
Kate's cheeks were red as fire now; but her delicacy overpowered her curiosity, and she would not put any more questions. To be sure, young Hopeful needed none; he was naturally a chatterbox, and he proceeded to tell her, that, as soon as ever she was gone, Squire Hammersley took a guinea and offered it to the old soldier, and told him he had won, and the old soldier pocketed it. But after that, somehow, Squire Hammersley let drop that Mr. Neville was the favorite.
"Then," continued Mr. Leicester, "what does the old soger do, but pull out guinea again, and says he,—
"'You must have this back; bet is not won: for you do think 'tis Neville; now I do think 'tis Gaunt.'
"So then they fell to argufying and talking a lot o' stuff."
"No doubt, the insolent meddlers! Can you remember any of their nonsense?—not that it is worth remembering, I'll be bound."
"Let me see. Well, Squire Hammersley, he said you owned to dreaming of Squire Neville,—and that was a sign of love, said he; and, besides, you sided with him against t'other. But the old soger, he said you called Squire Gaunt 'Griffith'; and he built on that. Oh, and a said you changed the horses back to please our Squire. Says he,—
