"This wood is as dark as a wolf's mouth," said he to Tressilian, as they

walked together slowly along the solitary and broken approach, and had

just come in sight of the monastic front of the old mansion, with its

shafted windows, brick walls overgrown with ivy and creeping shrubs,

and twisted stalks of chimneys of heavy stone-work. "And yet," continued

Lambourne, "it is fairly done on the part of Foster too for since he

chooses not visitors, it is right to keep his place in a fashion that

will invite few to trespass upon his privacy. But had he been the

Anthony I once knew him, these sturdy oaks had long since become the

property of some honest woodmonger, and the manor-close here had looked

lighter at midnight than it now does at noon, while Foster played fast

and loose with the price, in some cunning corner in the purlieus of

Whitefriars."

"Was he then such an unthrift?" asked Tressilian.

"He was," answered Lambourne, "like the rest of us, no saint, and no

saver. But what I liked worst of Tony was, that he loved to take his

pleasure by himself, and grudged, as men say, every drop of 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."




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