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it ended—'And, landlord, get a bottle of your best sherry, and supper for two'—Ye wadna have had me refuse to do the gentleman's bidding, and me a publican?"
"Well, David," said I, "I wish your virtuoso had taken a fitter hour—but as you say he is a gentleman"———
"I'se uphaud him that—the order speak for itsel'—a bottle of sherry—minced collops and a fowl—that's speaking like a gentleman, I trow?—That's right, Captain, button weel up, the night's raw—but the water's clearing for a' that, we'll be on't neist night wi' my Lord's boats, and we'll hae ill luck if I dinna send you a kipper to relish your ale at e'en."
In five minutes after this dialogue, I found myself in the parlour of the George, and in the presence of the stranger.
He was a grave personage, about my own age, (which we shall call about fifty), and really had, as my friend David expressed it, something in his face that inclined men to oblige and to serve him. Yet this ex-