. Master Humphrey's clock . r, lounged; now taking up again the paper he had laid downa hundred times ; now trifling with the fragments of his meal; now pullingforth his golden toothpick, and glancing leisurely about the room, or out at VOL. III.—5i. c 14 MASTER HUMPHREYS CLOCK. window into the trim garden walks, where a few early loiterers were alreadypacing to and fro. Here a pair of lovers met to quarrel and make up; therea dark-eyed nursery-maid had better eyes for Templars than her charge ; onthis hand an ancient spinster, with her lapdog in a string, regarded bothenormities with scornful
. Master Humphrey's clock . r, lounged; now taking up again the paper he had laid downa hundred times ; now trifling with the fragments of his meal; now pullingforth his golden toothpick, and glancing leisurely about the room, or out at VOL. III.—5i. c 14 MASTER HUMPHREYS CLOCK. window into the trim garden walks, where a few early loiterers were alreadypacing to and fro. Here a pair of lovers met to quarrel and make up; therea dark-eyed nursery-maid had better eyes for Templars than her charge ; onthis hand an ancient spinster, with her lapdog in a string, regarded bothenormities with scornful sidelong looks; on that a weazen old gentleman, oglingthe nursery-maid, looked with like scorn upon the spinster, and wondered shedidnt know she was no longer young. Apart from all these, on the riversmargin, two or three couple of business-talkers walked slowly up and down inearnest conversation; and one young man sat thoughtfully on a bench, alone. Ned is amazingly patient! said Mr. Chester, glancing at this last-named. person as he set down his teacup and plied the golden toothpick, immenselypatient ! He sitting yonder when I began to dress, and has scarcelychanged his posture since. A eccentric dog ! As he spoke, the figure rose, and came towards him with a rapid pace. Really, as if he had heard me, said the father, resuming his newspaperwith a yawn. Dear Ned ! Presently the room-door opened, and the young man entered; to whom hisfather gently waved his hand, and smiled. Are you at leisure for a little conversation, sir V said Edward. Surely, Ned. I am always at leisure. You know my constitution.—Haveyou breakfasted ? Three hours ago. What a very early dog ! cried his father, contemplating him from behindthe toothpick, with a languid smile. BARNABY RUDGE. 15 The truth is, said Edward, bringing a chair forward, and seating himselfnear the table, that I slept but ill last night, and was glad to rise. Thecause of my uneasiness cannot but be known to you, sir;
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