drobe, to supply himself in a hurry. A much-worn check shirt,
with collar attached, and a black silk handkerchief, with a pair of
worsted socks, completed the lot of clothes which he laid upon the bed,
and for which he then changed what things he had on. These he packed up
with all his other clothes in several portmanteaus and carpet bags. He
next placed his tall hat away in its box, and, having completed these
arrangements, put on a wideawake, went out, and called a four-wheeler.
Then he went upstairs again, and returned with a tin uniform-case on one
shoulder and a portmanteau in his hand. It took him three trips to
bring all his goods down and stow them on and in the cab. When at last
he had accomplished it, he was stopped as he drove off by one of the
officials, who said--

"Halloa, my man, where are you off to with Mr Kavanagh's luggage?"

"I am Mr Kavanagh," he replied.

"I beg your pardon, sir," said the man, touching his hat, as he
recognised him.

It was not very far that he took the cab, only across to Holywell
Street, where he stopped at an old clothes shop, and dismissed the
astonished cabby, after having carried all the luggage inside, a young
man with a hooked nose helping him quite as a matter of course.

"Now, then," said Kavanagh, "what are you going to give me for all these
things, clothes, uniform, portmanteaus, cases, and all. Of course they
will go dirt cheap, but don't overdo it, or I shall call a cab and go on
to the next establishment. I don't mind the trouble of packing up
again."

"Theresh no one in the street gives so good a prish as me," said the
man, turning over the different articles, and beginning to depreciate
them. There was no sale for uniforms; those shirts were thin in the
back; that coat was too big for most customers, and so forth. Kavanagh
cut him short--

"I don't want to know all that; come to the point, and say what you will
give for the lot."

"What do you ask?" counter-responded the Jew.

"Twenty pounds; and that's an alarming sacrifice."

"Twenty pounds! Did any one ever hear the like! Twenty pounds for old
clothes!"

"Why, you would sell the portmanteaus and tin cases alone for ten, and
that overcoat for three."

"You think so, my tear young man? Tear, tear, how little you know of
the trade! I'll give you five pounds for the lot, and then I doubt if I
shall make any profit," and the dealer looked determined.

"Say ten pounds, and it's a bargain