The landlord slightly inclined his head.
"Slurk, sir," repeated the gentleman, haughtily. you know me now, man?"
The landlord scratched his head, looked at the ceiling, and at the stranger, and smiled feebly.
"Do you know me, man?" inquired the stranger, angrily. The landlord made a strong effort, and at length replied: "Well, sir, I do not know you."
"Great Heaven!" said the stranger, dashing his clenched fist upon the table. "And this is popularity!"
The landlord took a step or two towards the door; the stranger fixing his eyes upon him, resumed.
"This," said the stranger, "this is gratitude for years of labour and study in behalf of the masses. I alight wet and weary; no enthusiastic crowds press forward to greet their champion; the church-bells are silent; the very name elicits no responsive feeling in their torpid bosoms. It is enough," said the agitated Mr. Slurk, pacing to and fro, "to curdle the ink in one's pen, and induce one to abandon their cause for ever."
"Did you say brandy and water, sir?" said the landlord, venturing a hint.
"Rum," said Mr. Slurk, turning fiercely upon him. "Have you got a fire anywhere?"
"We can light one directly, sir," said the landlord.
"Which will throw out no heat until it is bed-time," interrupted Mr. Slurk. "Is there anybody in the kitchen?"
Not a soul. There was a beautiful fire. Everybody had gone, and the house door was closed for the night.
"I will drink my rum and water," said Mr. Slurk, "by the kitchen fire." So, gathering up his hat and newspaper, he stalked solemnly behind the landlord to that humble apartment, and throwing himself on a settle by the fireside, resumed his countenance of scorn, and began to read and drink in silent dignity.
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