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'When John's father's executors cashed up,' said Martin impatiently.
'Oh yes, to be sure,' cried Tom; 'yes. "Then," says John, "I'll give you
a dinner, Pinch, and come down to Salisbury on purpose." Now, when John
wrote the other day--the morning Pecksniff left, you know--he said his
business was on the point of being immediately settled, and as he was to
receive his money directly, when could I meet him at Salisbury? I wrote
and said, any day this week; and I told him besides, that there was a
new pupil here, and what a fine fellow you were, and what friends we
had become. Upon which John writes back this letter'--Tom produced
it--'fixes to-morrow; sends his compliments to you; and begs that we
three may have the pleasure of dining together; not at the house where
you and I were, either; but at the very first hotel in the town. Read
what he says.'
'Very well,' said Martin, glancing over it with his customary coolness;
'much obliged to him. I'm agreeable.'
Tom could have wished him to be a little more astonished, a little more
pleased, or in some form or other a little more interested in such a
great event.
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