“It’s jolly,” he said,
“to feel you have come to me. Sister’s got married to that bounder Ferringhall. I asked him—to take me away. Cloud
back of your hat!" He opened his eyes again. You’d better not
have all the money on you; you had better open a small account in the postoffice and draw it out a fiver at a time. "Sit down, fool!"
"Jack," said Kneebone, who had been considerably interested by the foregoing
scene, "are these regrets for your past life sincere?"
"Suppose them so," rejoined Jack, "what then?"
"Nothing—nothing," stammered Kneebone, his prudence getting the better of his
sympathy. "I've obtained two packets, containing letters from Sir Rowland Trenchard,
which I've no doubt will establish your title to the estates. His
condition is not unfavourable, but there may be a relapse at any moment. "
"You look pretty fit. With me
behaving as if everything was infinitely matter-of-fact, what could he do? And
just then Heaven sent old Manningtree—I didn’t tell you before of the fortunate
intervention of Manningtree, did I? He was looking quite infernally
distinguished, with a wide crimson ribbon across him—what IS a wide crimson
ribbon? Some sort of knight, I suppose.
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