The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 85: what you’re looking at

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oF LONDEN. 83 Quite right, cried two or three of the grooms, |Bob Lantern, the husband of Mrs. Temperance. At your service, my good gentlemen. Well, what do you want? To present my respects to you, and to see, if that be possible, my lord’s steward. The steward is very busy. Of course; he must be so Mr. Paterson and I are old acquaintances; and I may say, without flattering myself, that he would be glad to see me. There was really a large crowd in the steward’s ante-chamber. Firat of all, there were five or six of the earl’s tenants, who wanted to renew their - leases; then tradespeople, clients, in the Latin. ~ acceptation of the term, and half a dozen horse- dealers, who called themselves stud masters, Tulip half opened the door leading to Mr. Pat- erson’s room, and pronounced the name of Lan- tern. J'he poor devils who had been kicking their heels there for several hours, eagerly peeped through the open door to ascertain who the tedious visitor could be, whose prolonged audience —_— had so pitilessly prevented them from seeing the —. steward. They did all they could to discover him, = but all they could perceive was Mr, Paterson ~~ himself, who reclining upon an arm-chair with a low back, had placed his large feet upon the fender before the fire-place, and was carefully © picking his teeth. The farmers, tradesmen, and — _horsedeaiers imagined they had not seen all. * Lantern! exclaimed Mr, Paterson, without looking at Tulip. Oh, the devil! Spi oe say you? Who is Lantern ? eT Gomicbooks: com); q a eZ, ae La a ae eee