nt who served
him with his morning repast asked him whether he would order dinner, or
take his meal at Mrs. Bailiff's table with some other gentlemen? No.
Mr. Warrington would not order dinner. He should quit the place before
dinner-time, he informed the chamberlain who waited on him in that grim
tavern. The man went away, thinking no doubt that this was not the first
young gentleman who had announced that he was going away ere two hours
were over. "Well, if your honour does stay, there is good beef and
carrot at two o'clock," says the sceptic, and closes the door on Mr.
Harry and his solitary meditations.

Harry's messenger to Mr. Sampson brought back a message from that
gentleman to say that he would be with his patron as soon as might be:
but ten o'clock came, eleven o'clock, noon, and no Sampson. No Sampson
arrived, but about twelve Gumbo with a portmanteau of his master's
clothes, who flung himself, roaring with grief, at Harry's feet: and
with a thousand vows of fidelity, expressed himself ready to die, to
sell himself into slavery over again, to do anything to rescue his
beloved Master Harry from this calamitous position. Harry was touched
with the lad's expressions of affection, and told him to get up from
the ground where he was grovelling on his knees, embracing his master's.
"All you have to do, sir, is to give me my clothes to dress, and to hold
your tongue about this business. Mind you, not a word, sir, about it to
anybody!" says Mr. Warrington, severely.

"Oh no, sir, never to nobody!" says Gumbo, looking most solemnly, and
proceeded to dress his master carefully, who had need of a change and a
toilette after his yesterday's sudden capture, and night's dismal rest.
Accordingly Gumbo flung a dash of powder in Harry's hair, and arrayed
his master carefully and elegantly, so that he made Mr. Warrington look
as fine and splendid as if he had been stepping into his chair to go to
St. James's.

Indeed all that love and servility could do Mr. Gumbo faithfully did for
his master, for whom he had an extreme regard and attachment. But there
were certain things beyond Gumbo's power. He could not undo things which
were done already; and he could not help lying and excusing himself when
pressed upon points disagreeable to himself. The language of slaves is
lies (I mean black slaves and white). The creature slinks away and hides
with subterfuges, as a hunted animal runs to his covert at the sight
of man, the tyrant a