Blucher Boots, as he went to the door of his room, after a momentary hesitation. "If your Freshman friend don't choose to avail himself of my disinterested kindness, he 's a fool for his pains. It is n't every one who could have had such a good thing offered to him. If he don't like to post his money of course he can have it back again; but he will be throwing away an opportunity that may never fall in his way again."
"I hope not, with all my heart," said little Mr. Bouncer; "so if you like to give him back the money he 'll be quite content to lose his chance of making his fortune by your investment. That 's about the size of it, I think." And they went back into the room.
"There are the notes," said Mr. Blucher Boots, as he took them out of his pocket-book; "and I hope I may never see your face again."
"That will be your loss," replied little Mr. Bouncer; "and it shows that you are no judge of pretty pictures. Your mug is none too handsome, I can tell you. But, adoo, Samivel! I 've got the three fivers, so I 'm satisfied. You can have a proper receipt for them, if you like."
The Hon. Blucher Boots made use of unparliamentary language, under cover of which little Mr. Bouncer made good his retreat, and returned to Brazenface.
