PAUL DANGERFIELD.
'The Brass Castle, Chapelizod.'
And he dated it, and handed it to the surgeon, who read it through, and
then looked with a gruff hesitation at the writer.
'Oh, you've only to enquire--anyone who knows Chapelizod will tell you
who I am; and you'll want something--eh?--to take you out of this--how
much?'
'Only seven guineas. There's a little score here, and some fees.
Eighteen will cover everything, unless something has come in this
morning.'
So they went to 'the Hatch,' and made enquiries, and all being well, Mr.
Dangerfield dealt liberally with the surgeon, who promised to be in
attendance at Dr. Sturk's house in Chapelizod, at seven o'clock next
evening.
'And pray, Dr. Dillon, come in a coach,' said Dangerfield, 'and in
costume--you understand. They've been accustomed, you know, to see Pell
and other doctors who make a parade.'
And with these injunctions they parted; and the surgeon, whose luggage
was trifling, jumped into a coach with it, and jingled home to his den
and his liberty.
CHAPTER LXXXIV.
IN WHICH CHRISTIANA GOES OVER; AND DAN LOFTUS COMES HOME.
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