Fenton."
"I believe, however, you happen to be both," said Fenton; "that's a fact
as well known, my good fellow, as the public stocks there below; and if
Madam Fame reports aright, it's a pity you should be long out of them.
Avaunt, you upstart! Before the close of your life, you will die with
as many aliases as e'er a thief that ever swung from a gallows, and will
deserve the swing, too, better than the thief."
"A' had a right to change my name," replied the other, "when a' got into
property. A' was ashamed of my friends, because there's a great many of
them poor."
"Invert the tables, you misbegotten son of an elve," replied Fenton;
"'tis they that are ashamed of you; there is not one among the humblest
of them but would blush to name you. So you did not uncover, as I
desired you; but be it so. You wish to let me, sir, who am a gentleman,
know, and to force me to say, that there is a knave under your hat.
But come, Mr. Crackenfudge," he continued, at once, and by some
unaccountable impulse, changing his manner, "come, my friend
Crackenfudge, you must overlook my satire.
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