'Yonder's
the 'bus comin' again,' said he, looking towards the station, 'loaded like
a market-gardener's turnip-waggon. That'll pay,' added he, with a knowing
leer at the landlord of the Hen Angel, Newington Butts. 'And who have we
here, with the four horses and sky-blue flunkeys? Jawleyford, as I live!'
added he, answering himself; adding, 'The beggar had better pay me what he
owes.'
How great Mr. Viney was! Some people, who have never had anything to do
with horses, think it incumbent upon them, when they have, to sport
top-boots, and accordingly, for the first time in his life, Viney appears
in a pair of remarkably hard, tight, country-made boots, above which are a
pair of baggy white cords, with the dirty finger-marks of the tailor still
upon them. He sports a single-breasted green cutaway coat, with
basket-buttons, a black satin roll-collared waistcoat, and a new white silk
hat, that shines in the bright sun like a fish-kettle. His blue-striped
kerchief is secured by a butterfly brooch. Who ever saw an innkeeper that
could resist a brooch?
He is riding a miserable rat of a badly clipped, mouse-coloured pony that
looks like a velocipede under him.
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