"
"Don't trifle with me now, Dandy; I really can't bear it."
"Faith, but you must, though. There's one act I patronized you in; now,
how do you know, as I'm actin' the great man, but I can pathronize you
in another?"
"How is that? For heaven's sake, don't trifle with me; every day, every
hour, every moment, is precious, and may involve the happiness of--"
"I see, sir," replied this extraordinary valet, with an intelligent nod,
"but, still, fair and aisy goes far in a day. There's no danger of her,
you know--don't be unaisy. Fenton, sir--ehem--Fenton, I say--Fenton and
fifty I say."
"Fenton and a hundred, Dandy, if there's an available trace of him."
"I don't know what you call an available trace," replied Dandy, "but
I can send you to a lady who knows where he is, and where you can find
him."
The stranger returned from the door, and sitting down again covered his
face with his hands, as if to collect himself; at length he said, "This
is most extraordinary; tell me all about it."
Dandy related that with which the reader is already acquainted, and did
so with such an air of comic gravity and pompous superiority, that his
master, now in the best possible spirits, was exceedingly amused.
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