water that went past his own mill. I have known him deal with such measures of wine when he was alone, as I would not have ventured on with aid of the best toper in Berkshire;—that, and some sway towards superstition, which he had by temperament, rendered him unworthy the company of a good fellow. And now he has earthed himself here, in a den just befitting such a sly fox as himself.”
“May I ask you, Master Lambourne,” said Tressilian, “since your old companion’s humour jumps so little with your own, wherefore you are so desirous to renew acquaintance with him?”
“And may I ask you, in return, Master Tressilian,” answered Lambourne, “wherefore you have shown yourself so desirous to accompany me on this party?”
“I told you my motive,” said Tressilian, “when I took share in your wager,—it was simple curiosity.”
“La you there now!” answered Lambourne: “See how you civil and discreet gentlemen think to use us who live by the free exercise of our wits! Had I answered your question by saying that it was simple curiosity which led me to visit my old comrade Anthony Foster, I warrant you had set it down for an evasion, and a turn of my trade. But any answer, I suppose, must serve my turn.”
«And wherefore should not bare curiosity,” said Tresilian, “be a sufficient reason for my taking this walk with you?”
“O, content yourself, sir,” replied Lambourne; you cannot put the change on me so easy as you think, for I have lived among the quick-stirring spi-
