"Right! and faith, my Lord, I repine not at my balance, nor repent my estimation."
"So, so, that's well!" said Mauleverer, still not at his ease, and hastening to change the conversation. "But, my dear Brandon, I have strange news for you! You remember that damned fellow Clifford, who had the insolence to address himself to your adorable niece? I told you I suspected that long friend of his of having made my acquaintance somewhat unpleasantly, and I therefore doubted of Clifford himself. Well, my dear friend, this Clifford is,—whom do you think?—no other than Mr. Lovett, of Newgate celebrity."
"You do not say so!" rejoined Brandon apathetically, as he slowly gathered his papers together, and deposited them in a drawer.
"Indeed it is true; and what is more, Brandon, this fellow is one of the very identical highwaymen who robbed me on my road from Bath. No doubt he did me the same kind office on my road to Mauleverer Park."
"Possibly," said Brandon, who appeared absorbed in a reverie.
