"
"We will enquire into this and we will take the necessary
steps," said the Liberator, looking round with an air of
pompous stupidity, and then taking up some peaches, he began
devouring them with considerable zest.
"Would the Liberator like to take some breakfast?" said Mr
Hatton.
The Liberator looked at his host with a glance of senseless
intimidation, and then as if not condescending to communicate
directly with ordinary men, he uttered in a more subdued tone
to the Chartist these words, "Glass of ale."
Ale was instantly ordered for the Liberator, who after a
copious draught assumed a less menacing air, and smacking his
lips, pushed aside the dishes, and sate down on the table
swinging his legs.
"This is my friend of whom I spoke and whom you wished to see,
Sir," said the Chartist, "the most distinguished advocate of
popular rights we possess, the editor of the Mowbray Phalanx,
Mr Morley."
Morley slightly advanced, he caught the Liberator's eye, who
scrutinized him with extreme earnestness, and then jumping
from the table shouted; "Why this is the muff that called on
me in Hell-house Yard three years ago."
"I had that honour," said Morley quietly.
"Honour be hanged," said the Bishop, "you know something about
somebody; I couldn't squeeze you then, but by G-- I will have
it out of you now.
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