Part 20 (1/2)

[Ill.u.s.tration: ”I'm as round as your hat, and as square as your elbow; I am.”]

”You won't make much of that game, Grimes.”

”Perhaps not; perhaps not. There's a risk in all these things; isn't there, Mr. Vavasor? I should like to see you a Parliament gent; I should indeed. You'd be a credit to the districts; I really think you would.”

”I'm much obliged by your good opinion, Mr. Grimes,” said George.

”When I sees a gent coming forward I knows whether he's fit for Parliament, or whether he ain't. I says you are fit. But Lord love you, Mr. Vavasor; it's a thing a gentleman always has to pay for.”

”That's true enough; a deal more than it's worth, generally.”

”A thing's worth what it fetches. I'm worth what I'll fetch; that's the long and the short of it. I want to have my balance, that's the truth. It's the odd money in a man's bill as always carries the profit. You ask Mr. Scruby else;--only with a lawyer it's all profit I believe.”

”That's what you know about it,” said Scruby.

”If you cut off a man's odd money,” continued the publican, ”you break his heart. He'd almost sooner have that and leave the other standing. He'd call the hundreds capital, and if he lost them at last, why he'd put it down as being in the way of trade. But the odd money;--he looks at that, Mr. Vavasor, as in a manner the very sweat of his brow, the work of his own hand; that's what goes to his family, and keeps the pot a boiling down-stairs. Never stop a man's odd money, Mr. Vavasor; that is, unless he comes it very strong indeed.”

”And what is it you want now?” said Scruby.

”I wants ninety-two pounds thirteen and fourpence, Mr. Scruby, and then we'll go to work for the new fight with contented hearts. If we're to begin at all, it's quite time; it is indeed, Mr. Vavasor.”

”And what you mean us to understand is, that you won't begin at all without your money,” said the lawyer.

”That's about it, Mr. Scruby.”

”Take a fifty-pound note, Grimes,” said the lawyer.

”Fifty-pound notes are not so ready,” said George.

”Oh, he'll be only too happy to have your acceptance; won't you, Grimes.”

”Not for fifty pounds, Mr. Scruby. It's the odd money that I wants.

I don't mind the thirteen and four, because that's neither here nor there among friends, but if I didn't get all them ninety-two pounds I should be a broken-hearted man; I should indeed, Mr. Vavasor. I couldn't go about your work for next year so as to do you justice among the electors. I couldn't indeed.”

”You'd better give him a bill for ninety pounds at three months, Mr.

Vavasor. I have no doubt he has got a stamp in his pocket.”

”That I have, Mr. Scruby; there ain't no mistake about that. A bill stamp is a thing that often turns up convenient with gents as mean business like Mr. Vavasor and you. But you must make it ninety-two; you must indeed, Mr. Vavasor. And do make it two months if you can, Mr. Vavasor; they do charge so unconscionable on ninety days at them branch banks; they do indeed.”

George Vavasor and Mr. Scruby, between them, yielded at last, so far as to allow the bill to be drawn for ninety-two pounds, but they were stanch as to the time. ”If it must be, it must,” said the publican, with a deep sigh, as he folded up the paper and put it into the pocket of a huge case which he carried. ”And now, gents, I'll tell you what it is. We'll make safe work of this here next election. We know what's to be our little game in time, and if we don't go in and win, my name ain't Jacob Grimes, and I ain't the landlord of the 'Handsome Man.' As you gents has perhaps got something to say among yourselves, I'll make so bold as to wish you good morning.” So, with that, Mr. Grimes lifted his hat from the floor, and bowed himself out of the room.

”You couldn't have done it cheaper; you couldn't, indeed,” said the lawyer, as soon as the sound of the closing front door had been heard.

”Perhaps not; but what a thief the man is! I remember your telling me that the bill was about the most preposterous you had ever seen.”

”So it was, and if we hadn't wanted him again of course we shouldn't have paid him. But we'll have it all off his next account, Mr.

Vavasor,--every s.h.i.+lling of it, It's only lent; that's all;--it's only lent.”