'
'And well for him we failed. Did you ever see such a fish? He'd have
shot himself or Nutter, to a certainty. But there's a chance yet: we
forgot the Nightingale Club; they're still in the Phoenix.'
'Pooh, Sir! they're all tailors and green-grocers,' said Toole, in high
dudgeon.
'There are two or three good names among them, however,' answered
Devereux; and by this time they were on the threshold of the Phoenix.
'Larry,' he cried to the waiter, 'the Nightingale Club is _there_, is it
not?' glancing at the great back parlour door.
'Be the powers! Captain, you may say that,' said Larry, with a wink, and
a grin of exquisite glee.
'See, Larry,' said Toole, with importance, 'we're a little serious now;
so just say if there's any of the gentlemen there; you--you understand,
now; quite steady? D'ye see me?'
Larry winked--this time a grave wink--looked down at the floor, and up
to the cornice, and--
'Well,' said he, 'to be candid with you, jest at this
minute--half-an-hour ago, you see, it was different--the only gentleman
I'd take on myself to recommend to you as perfectly sober is Mr.
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