"By Jove!" exclaimed the gentleman in the white waistcoat, stopping short. "I knew it! I felt a strange presentiment from the very first, that that audacious young savage would come to be hung!"
"He has likewise attempted, sir, to murder the female servant," said Mr. Bumble, with a face of ashy paleness.
"And his missis," interposed Mr. Claypole.
"And his master, too, I think you said, Noah?" added Mr. Bumble.
"No; he's out, or he would have murdered him," rephed Noah. "He said he wanted to—"
"Ah! said he wanted to—did he, my boy?" inquired the gentleman in the white waistcoat.
"Yes, sir," replied Noah; "and please, sir, missis wants to know whether Mr. Bumble can spare time to step up there directly and flog him, 'cause master's out."
"Certainly, my boy; certainly," said the gentleman in the white waistcoat, smiling benignly, and patting Noah's head, which was about three inches higher than his own,
