as every sporting man in England does, I should think. Why, man,
your good things are in everybody's mouth at Newmarket."

And so master went on chaffin Mr. Blewitt. That genlmn at fust
answered him quite short and angry: but, after a little more
flummery, he grew as pleased as posbill, took in all Deuceace's
flatry, and bleeved all his lies. At last the door shut, and they
both went into Mr. Blewitt's chambers together.

Of course I can't say what past there; but in an hour master kem up
to his own room as yaller as mustard, and smellin sadly of backo
smoke. I never see any genmln more sick than he was; HE'D BEEN
SMOAKIN SEAGARS along with Blewitt. I said nothink, in course, tho
I'd often heard him xpress his horrow of backo, and knew very well
he would as soon swallow pizon as smoke. But he wasn't a chap to
do a thing without a reason: if he'd been smoakin, I warrant he had
smoked to some porpus.

I didn't hear the convysation betwean 'em; but Mr. Blewitt's man
did: it was,--"Well, Mr. Blewitt, what capital seagars! Have you
one for a friend to smoak?" (The old fox, it wasn't only the
SEAGARS he was a-smoakin!) "Walk in," says Mr. Blewitt; and they
began a chaffin together; master very ankshous about the young
gintleman who had come to live in our chambers, Mr. Dawkins, and
always coming back to that subject,--saying that people on the same
stairkis ot to be frenly; how glad he'd be, for his part, to know
Mr. Dick Blewitt, and ANY FRIEND OF HIS, and so on. Mr. Dick,
howsever, seamed quite aware of the trap laid for him. "I really
don't know this Dawkins," says he: he's a chismonger's son, I hear;
and tho I've exchanged visits with him, I doan't intend to