He has showed young squires from the country over the
town before this, and will guess what is on hand when he gets my
message."
Having nothing to do, Charlie sauntered about the town during the
day, looking into the shops, and keeping a keen eye on passers by,
with the vague hope that he might be lucky enough to come across
his man.
After he had finished his supper, the waiter came up and told him
that his brother was outside.
"I have spoken to him, sir, and he warrants that he can take you
into the sort of society you want to meet, whatever it may be."
Charlie followed him out. A man was standing under the lamp that
swung before the door.
"This is the gentleman I was speaking to you of, Tony."
As the man took off his cap, Charlie had a good view of his face.
It was shrewd and intelligent.
"You understand what I want?" he asked, as the waiter ran into the
house again, to attend to his duties.
"Yes, sir. So far as I understood him, you wish to go to taverns of
somewhat inferior reputations, and to see something of that side of
London life. If you will pardon my boldness, it is somewhat of a
dangerous venture. In such places brawls are frequent, and rapiers
soon out.
"You look to me like one who could hold his own in a fray," he
added, as his eye ran over the athletic figure before him, "but it
is not always fair fighting.
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