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REV. DR. FOLLIOTT. Is that all, gentlemen?
THE COMMISSIONERS. That is all, sir; and we wish you a good morning.
REV. DR. FOLLIOTT. A very good morning to you, gentlemen.
"What in the name of all that is wonderful, Mr. Bluenose," said the Reverend
Doctor Folliott, as he walked out of the inn, "what in the name of all that is
wonderful, can those fellows mean? They have come here in a chaise and four,
to make a fuss about a pound per annum, which, after all, they leave as it was: I
wonder who pays them for their trouble, and how much."
MR. APPLETWIG. The public pay for it, sir. It is a job of the learned friend whom
you admire so much. It makes away with public money in salaries, and private
money in lawsuits, and does no particle of good to any living soul.
REV. DR. FOLLIOTT. Ay, ay, Mr. Appletwig; that is just the sort of public service
to be looked for from the learned friend. Oh, the learned friend! the learned
friend! He is the evil genius of everything that falls in his way.
The Reverend Doctor walked off to Crotchet Castle, to narrate his
misadventures, and exhale his budget of grievances on Mr. Mac Quedy, whom
he considered a ringleader of the march of mind.