You can see for yourselves; it
is printed in the German character.' And he held the cutting out for
verification, much as a conjuror passes a trick orange along the front
bench.
'Hullo, old gentleman! Is this you?' said Michael, laying his hand upon
the orator's shoulder.
The figure turned with a convulsion of alarm, and showed the countenance
of Mr Joseph Finsbury. 'You, Michael!' he cried. 'There's no one with
you, is there?'
'No,' replied Michael, ordering a brandy and soda, 'there's nobody with
me; whom do you expect?'
'I thought of Morris or John,' said the old gentleman, evidently greatly
relieved.
'What the devil would I be doing with Morris or John?' cried the nephew.
'There is something in that,' returned Joseph. 'And I believe I can
trust you. I believe you will stand by me.'
'I hardly know what you mean,' said the lawyer, 'but if you are in need
of money I am flush.'
'It's not that, my dear boy,' said the uncle, shaking him by the hand.
'I'll tell you all about it afterwards.'
'All right,' responded the nephew. 'I stand treat, Uncle Joseph; what
will you have?'
'In that case,' replied the old gentleman, 'I'll take another
sandwich.
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