“ I ’ ll lay you any money he don ’ t. If he does, I ’ ll go back into the ring myself, and bust his head off for it. ” Here Skene, very angry, applied several epithets to Paradise, and became so excited that Mellish had to soothe him by partially retracting his forebodings, and asking how Cashel had been of late.
“ He ’ s not been taking care of himself as he oughter, ” said Skene, gloomily. “ He ’ s showing the London fashions to the missis and Fanny — they ’ re here in the three-and-sixpenny seats, among the swells. Theatres every night; and walks every day to see the queen drive through the park, or the like. My Fan likes to have him with her on account of his being such a gentleman: she don ’ t hardly think her own father not good enough to walk down Piccadilly with. Wants me to put
