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"Concern not yourself about Cicely, kinsman," said Giles Gosling, "but

e'en let her go her way, a' God's name; for although your mother were

her father's sister, yet that shall not make you and her cater-cousins."

"Why, uncle," replied Lambourne, "think'st thou I am an infidel, and

would harm those of mine own house?"

"It is for no harm that I speak, Mike," answered his uncle, "but a

simple humour of precaution which I have. True, thou art as well gilded

as a snake when he casts his old slough in the spring time; but for all

that, thou creepest not into my Eden. I will look after mine Eve, Mike,

and so content thee.--But how brave thou be'st, lad! To look on thee

now, and compare thee with Master Tressilian here, in his sad-coloured

riding-suit, who would not say that thou wert the real gentleman and he

the tapster's boy?"

"Troth, uncle," replied Lambourne, "no one would say so but one of your

country-breeding, that knows no better. I will say, and I care not who

hears me, there is something about the real gentry that few men come up

to that are not born and bred to the mystery. I wot not where the trick

lies; but although I can enter an ordinary with as much audacity, rebuke

the waiters and drawers as loudly, drink as deep a health, swear as

round an oath, and fling my gold as freely about as any of the jingling

spurs and white feathers that are around me, yet, hang me if I can ever

catch the true grace of it, though I have practised an hundred times.

The man of the house sets me lowest at the board, and carves to me the

last; and the drawer says, 'Coming, friend,' without any more reverence

or regardful addition. But, hang it, let it pass; care killed a cat. I

have gentry enough to pass the trick on Tony Fire-the-Faggot, and that

will do for the matter in hand."

"You hold your purpose, then, of visiting your old acquaintance?" said

Tressilian to the adventurer.

"Ay, sir," replied Lambourne; "when stakes are made, the game must be

played; that is gamester's law, all over the world. You, sir, unless

my memory fails me (for I did steep it somewhat too deeply in the

sack-butt), took some share in my hazard?"

"I propose to accompany you in your adventure," said Tressilian, "if you

will do me so much grace as to permit me; and I have staked my share of

the forfeit in the hands of our worthy host."