asked him, with a veteran smirk, why he did not take
pay for the services he had rendered to the young person? At first, Mr.
Warrington could not understand what the nature of the payment might be:
but when that matter was explained by the old woman, the honest lad
rose up in horror, to think that a woman should traffic in her child's
dishonour, told her that he came from a country where the very savages
would recoil from such a bargain; and, having bowed the old lady
ceremoniously to the door, ordered Gumbo to mark her well, and never
admit her to his lodgings again. No doubt she retired breathing
vengeance against the Iroquois: no Turk or Persian, she declared, would
treat a lady so: and she and her daughter retreated to London as soon
as their anxious landlord would let them. Then Harry had his perils of
gaming, as well as his perils of gallantry. A man who plays at bowls,
as the phrase is, must expect to meet with rubbers. After dinner at the
ordinary, having declined to play piquet any further with Captain Batts,
and being roughly asked his reason for refusing, Harry fairly told the
Captain that he only played with gentlemen who paid, like himself:
but expressed himself so ready to satisfy Mr. Batts, as soon as their
outstanding little account was settled, that the Captain declared
himself satisfied d'avance, and straightway left the Wells without
paying Harry or any other creditor. Also he had an occasion to show
his spirit by beating a chairman who was rude to old Miss Whiffler one
evening as she was going to the assembly: and finding that the calumny
regarding himself and that unlucky opera-dancer was repeated by Mr.
Hector Buckler, one of the fiercest frequenters of the Wells, Mr.
Warrington stepped up to Mr. Buckler in the pump-room, where the latter
was regaling a number of water-drinkers with the very calumny, and
publicly informed Mr. Buckler that the story was a falsehood, and that
he should hold any person accountable to himself who henceforth uttered
it. So that though our friend, being at Rome, certainly did as Rome did,
yet he showed himself to be a valorous and worthy Roman; and, hurlant
avec les loups, was acknowledged by Mr. Wolfe himself to be as brave as
the best of the wolves.

If that officer had told Colonel Lambert the stories which had given the
latter so much pain, we may be sure that when Mr. Wolfe found his young
friend was innocent, he took the first opportunity to withdraw the
odious cha