knew you had one, Jack. Give me counters for five
hundred."

"I say, 'tis all mighty fine about dead brothers coming to life again,"
continues Jack. "Who is to know that it wasn't a scheme arranged between
these two fellows? Here comes a young fellow who calls himself the
Fortunate Youth, who says he is a Virginian Prince and the deuce knows
what, and who gets into our society----"

A great laugh ensues at Jack's phrase of "our society."

"Who is to know that it wasn't a cross?" Jack continues. "The young one
is to come first. He is to marry an heiress, and, when he has got her,
up is to rise the elder brother! When did this elder brother show? Why,
when the younger's scheme was blown, and all was up with him! Who shall
tell me that the fellow hasn't been living in Seven Dials, or in a
cellar dining off tripe and cow-heel until my younger gentleman was
disposed of? Dammy, as gentlemen, I think we ought to take notice of it:
and that this Mr. Warrington has been taking a most outrageous liberty
with the whole club."

"Who put him up? It was March, I think, put him up?" asks a bystander.

"Yes. But my lord thought he was putting up a very different person.
Didn't you, March?"

"Hold your confounded tongue, and mind your game!" says the nobleman
addressed: but Jack Morris's opinion found not a few supporters in the
world. Many persons agreed that it was most indecorous of Mr. Harry
Warrington to have ever believed in his brother's death: that there
was something suspicious about the young man's first appearance and
subsequent actions, and, in fine, that regarding these foreigners,
adventurers, and the like, we ought to be especially cautious.

Though he was out of prison and difficulty; though he had his aunt's
liberal donation of money in his pocket; though his dearest brother
was restored to him, whose return to life Harry never once thought of
deploring, as his friends at White's supposed he would do; though Maria
had shown herself in such a favourable light by her behaviour during
his misfortune: yet Harry, when alone, felt himself not particularly
cheerful, and smoked his pipe of Virginia with a troubled mind. It was
not that he was deposed from his principality; the loss of it never once
vexed him; he knew that his brother would share with him as he would
have done with his brother; but after all those struggles and doubts
in his own mind, to find himself poor, and yet irrevocably bound to his
elderly cousin