two feet above the rail. The horse was a bay, a well-looking animal enough; but with something of a flash and dog-fighting air about him, nevertheless, which accorded both with the vehicle and his master.
The master himself was a man of about forty, with black hair, and carefully combed whiskers. He was dressed in a particularly gorgeous manner, with plenty of articles of jewellery about him—all about three sizes larger than those which are usually worn by gentlemen—and a rough great-coat to crown the whole. Into one pocket of this great-coat, he thrust his left hand the moment he dismounted, while from the other he drew forth, with his right, a very bright and glaring silk handkerchief, with which he wisked a speck or two of dust from his boots, and then, crumbling it in his hand, swaggered up the court.
It had not escaped Sam's attention that, when this person dismounted, a shabby-looking man in a brown great-coat shorn of divers buttons, who had been previously slinking about, on the opposite side of the way, crossed over, and remained stationary close by. Having something more than a suspicion of the object of the gentleman's visit, Sam preceded him to the George and Vulture, and, turning sharp round, planted himself in the centre of the doorway.
"Now, my fine fellow!" said the man in the rough coat, in an imperious tone, attempting at the same time to push his way past.
"Now, sir, wot's the matter!" replied Sam, returning the push with compound interest.
"Come, none of this, my man; this won't do with me, said the owner of the rough coat, raising his voice, and turning white. "Here, Smouch!"
"Well, wot's amiss here?" growled the man in the brown coat, who had been gradually sneaking up the court during this short dialogue.
"Only some insolence of this young man's," said the principal, giving Sam another push.
