The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 142: what you’re looking at

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THE GLASS DOOR 121 have been able to have managed the business all pleasant enough for you, and have eased Dysart’s Journey out of the world as comfortably as possible.” ‘“ Now I conceive you must have brought your long narra- tive toa conclusion,” said the prince, ‘‘ and perhaps you will tell me why you have entered into all these particu- lars.”’ “ Just to show your Royal Highness how faithfully I behaved,” responded the Hangman, with a tone and manner of coarse effrontery, ‘“‘ and how well I followed out all your instructions.” “TI do not deny it,’’ observed the prince, to whom it was gall and wormwood to permit the prolongation of the inter- view, “‘ but did I not remit you the two hundred guineas which I promised by the hands of a confidential valet, — the same who called upon you yesterday? ”’ ‘“There’s no denying that the two hundred guineas came safe enough,” returned the Hangman, “ but, on mature reflection, I can’t help thinking my services were but in- differently paid. If it had been a commoner or even a lord who had employed me, well and good; but for a Royal Highness, a prince regent, almost a king and defender of the faith into the bargain, as the inscription on the money says, to give such a paltry fee as two hundred guineas — ”’ ‘You scoundrel,” exclaimed the prince, now goaded to an intolerable degree of excruciation, ‘‘ how dare you thus pollute all the sacred names of royalty? ”’ ‘“T have no doubt,’ observed the Hangman, his own effrontery becoming all the more coolly determined and doggedly resolute in proportion as he perceived that the prince grew excited, — because in his heart, like the millions of the people, he had a natural and bitter hatred against everything belonging to monarchy and royalty, — ‘I have no doubt,”’ he said, ‘‘ that you think I am precious free and precious impudent, but it matters deuced little to me what you do think. Perhaps you will tell me I am a thief? I should very soon answer that you, who wring the last farthing out of the people in the shape of taxation to support your luxuries and debaucheries, are quite as much a robber in your way —”’ “Enough of this,’ cried the prince, deeply humiliated and bitterly repenting the day when he placed himself Cconnicloooks (C(O)