"Yes, go on," cried Philip; while I saw Courtenay turn yellow with rage

at the cold bitter words Mr Solomon used. "Take away your pauper--take

care of your gentleman--go and chain him up, and give him his skilly.

Go on! take him to his kennel. Oh, I say, Courtenay--a gentleman! What

a game!"

I followed Mr Solomon with my face wrinkled and lips tightened up, till

he turned round and looked at me and then clapped his hand on my

shoulder.

"Bah!" he said laughing; "you are not going to mind that, my lad. It

isn't worth a snap of the fingers. I wish, though, you hadn't said

anything about being a gentleman."

"So do I, sir," I said. "It slipped out, though, and I was sorry when

it was too late."

"Never mind; and don't you leave your work for them. Now come and have

a look at my cucumber house, and then--ha, ha, ha! there's something

better than skilly for dinner, my boy."

I found out that Mr Solomon had another nature beside the one that

seemed cold.




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