worth a hundred
pounds at Paris. Little Miss Hetty I remember saying that she longed to
have a repeating watch."

"Oh, what a love!" cries the chaplain, "with a little circle of pearls
on the back, and a diamond knob for the handle! Why, 'twould win any
woman's heart, Sir!"

"There passes an apple-woman with a basket. I have a mind to fling the
thing out to her!" cries Mr. Warrington, fiercely.

When Harry went out upon business, which took him to the City and the
Temple, his parasite did not follow him very far into the Strand;
but turned away, owning that he had a terror of Chancery Lane, its
inhabitants, and precincts. Mr. Warrington went then to his broker, and
they walked to the Bank together, where they did some little business,
at the end of which, and after the signing of a trifling signature or
two, Harry departed with a certain number of crisp bank-notes in his
pocket. The broker took Mr. Warrington to one of the great dining-houses
for which the City was famous then as now; and afterwards showed Mr.
Warrington the Virginian walk upon 'Change, through which Harry passed
rather shamefacedly. What would a certain lady in Virginia say, he
thought, if she knew that he was carrying off in that bottomless
gambler's pocket a great portion of his father's patrimony? Those are
all Virginia merchants, thinks he, and they are all talking to one
another about me, and all saying, "That is young Esmond, of Castlewood,
on the Potomac, Madam Esmond's son; and he has been losing his money at
play, and he has been selling out so much, and so much, and so much."

His spirits did not rise until he had passed under the traitors' heads
of Temple Bar, and was fairly out of the City. From the Strand Mr. Harry
walked home, looking in at St. James's Street by the way; but there was
nobody there as yet, the company not coming to the Chocolate-House till
a later hour.

Arrived at home, Mr. Harry pulls out his bundle of bank-notes; puts
three of them into a sheet of paper, which he seals carefully, having
previously written within the sheet the words, "Much good may they
do you. H. E. W." And this packet he directs to the Reverend Mr.
Sampson,--leaving it on the chimney-glass, with directions to his
servants to give it to that divine when he should come in.

And now his honour's phaeton is brought to the door, and he steps in,
thinking to drive round the park; but the rain coming on, or the east
wind blowing, or some other reason