Latters was hailed by other friends.  Algernon was forced to let him go.  He dipped under the iron rail, and crossed the row at a run; an indecorous proceeding; he could not help it.  The hope was that Sedgett would not have the like audacity, or might be stopped, and Algernon’s reward for so just a calculation was, that on looking round, he found himself free.  He slipped with all haste out of the Park.  Sedgett’s presence had the deadening power of the torpedo on the thousand pounds.

For the last quarter of an hour, Algernon had not felt a motion of it.  A cab, to make his escape certain, was suggested to his mind; and he would have called a cab, had not the novel apparition of economy, which now haunted him, suggested that he had recently tossed five shillings into the gutter.  A man might dine on four shillings and sixpence, enjoying a modest half-pint of wine, and he possessed that sum.  To pinch himself and deserve well of Providence, he resolved not to drink wine, but beer, that day.  He named the beverage; a pint-bottle of ale; and laughed, as a royal economist may, who punishes himself to please himself.

“Mighty jolly, ain’t it, sir?” said Sedgett, at his elbow.

Algernon faced about, and swore an oath from his boots upward; so vehement was his disgust, and all-pervading his amazement.

“I’ll wallop you at that game,” said Sedgett.

“You infernal scoundrel!”

“If you begin swearing,” Sedgett warned him.

“What do you want with me?”

“I’ll tell you, sir.  I don’t want to go to ne’er a cock-fight, nor betting hole.”

“Here, come up this street,” said Algernon, leading the way into a dusky defile from a main parade of fashion.  “Now, what’s your business, confound you!”

“Well, sir, I ain’t goin’ to be confounded:  that, I’ll—­I’ll swear to.  The long and the short is, I must have some money ’fore the week’s out.”

“You won’t have a penny from me.”

“That’s blunt, though it ain’t in my pocket,” said Sedgett, grinning.  “I say, sir, respectful as you like, I must.  I’ve got to pay for passengerin’ over the sea, self and wife; and quick it must be.  There’s things to buy on both sides.  A small advance and you won’t be bothered.  Say, fifty.  Fifty, and you don’t see me till Saturday, when, accordin’ to agreement, you hand to me the cash, outside the church door; and then we parts to meet no more.  Oh! let us be joyful—­I’ll sing.”

Algernon’s loathing of the coarseness and profanity of villany increased almost to the depth of a sentiment as he listened to Sedgett.

“I do nothing of the sort,” he said.  “You shall not have a farthing.  Be off.  If you follow me, I give you into custody of a policeman.”

“You durst n’t.”  Sedgett eyed him warily.

He could spy a physical weakness, by affinity of cowardice, as quickly as Algernon a moral weakness, by the same sort of relationship to it.