Real Life In London, Volumes I. and II.
“I'll see what I can do, but can't promise--now gentlemen.”
“Here coachman,” said the person desirous of obtaining a passage,
tipping coachy some money.
“Aye, aye, that's the way to look at the matter.”
By this time Tom discovered it was no other than Van Butchell,{1} whom
he observed to Bob, there was little doubt had been summoned on some
desperate case, and must go at all events.
1 It is fortunate for the rising generation, that the late
Martin Van Butchell, not more celebrated for his
eccentricities than bis utility, has not departed from the
world without leaving an able successor to his practice.
Edwin Martin Van Butchell is now almost as well known as his
late father. Such indeed is the estimation of his abilities,
that a large society of journeymen tailors have entered into
a weekly subscription among themselves, in order that their
afflicted brethren may have the benefit of his practical
knowledge and abilities.
“Now, gentlemen, you brush in and I will brush on. Shut the door Dick,
all right--ya--hip.”
“Adieu, dear Tom,” exclaimed Bob.
~~436~~~ “Zounds,” exclaimed Tom, “the coachman will hardly allow him to
say good bye--well, the dearest friends must part, so good bye, heaven
protect you both.”
By this time the vehicle was out of the yard.
“I don't like it,” continued Tom, soliloquizing with himself; “but,
however, as I have bid them adieu for the present, the best thing I
can do is to arrange Laconic's affairs, and then bid adieu to _Life in
London_.”
The End