faint-heard the ringing?" Ask the air that thou seest not, or above thee
in sky, or below thee in ocean. Art thou sure that the bell, so faint-
heard, is not struck underneath an exhausted receiver?




CHAPTER XIX.

The wandering inclinations of nomad tribes not to be accounted for
on the principles of action peculiar to civilized men, who are
accustomed to live in good houses and able to pay the income tax.--
When the money that once belonged to a man civilized vanishes into
the pockets of a nomad, neither lawful art nor occult science can,
with certainty, discover what he will do with it.--Mr. Vance
narrowly escapes well-merited punishment from the nails of the
British Fair--Lionel Haughton, in the temerity of youth, braves the
dangers of a British Railway.

The morning was dull and overcast, rain gathering in the air, when Vance
and Lionel walked to Waife's lodging. As Lionel placed his hand on the
knocker of the private door, the Cobbler, at his place by the window in
the stall beside, glanced towards him, and shook his head.

"No use knocking, gentlemen. Will you kindly step in?--this way."

"Do you mean that your lodgers are out?" asked Vance.

"Gone!" said the Cobbler, thrusting his awl with great vehemence through
the leather destined to the repair of a ploughman's boot.