Chapter 112
"Aye, aye, that's the way to look at the matter."
By this time Tom discovered it was no other than Van Butch.e.l.l,{1} whom he observed to Bob, there was little doubt had been summoned on some desperate case, and must go at all events.
1 It is fortunate for the rising generation, that the late Martin Van Butch.e.l.l, not more celebrated for his eccentricities than bis utility, has not departed from the world without leaving an able successor to his practice.
Edwin Martin Van Butch.e.l.l is now almost as well known as his late father. Such indeed is the estimation of his abilities, that a large society of journeymen tailors have entered into a weekly subscription among themselves, in order that their afflicted brethren may have the benefit of his practical knowledge and abilities.
"Now, gentlemen, you brush in and I will brush on. Shut the door d.i.c.k, all right--ya--hip."
"Adieu, dear Tom," exclaimed Bob.
~~436~~~ "Zounds," exclaimed Tom, "the coachman will hardly allow him to say good bye--well, the dearest friends must part, so good bye, heaven protect you both."
By this time the vehicle was out of the yard.
"I don't like it," continued Tom, soliloquizing with himself; "but, however, as I have bid them adieu for the present, the best thing I can do is to arrange Laconic's affairs, and then bid adieu to _Life in London_."
The End