butcher；　a　well…known　champion　of　the　Town　party；　when；　the　great
  University　bells　ringing　to　dinner；　truce　was　called　between　the
  combatants；　and　they　retired　to　their　several　colleges　for　refection。
  During　the　boat…race；　a　gentleman　pulling　in　a　canoe；　and　smoking　a
  narghilly；　had　attracted　no　ordinary　attention。　　He　rowed　about　a
  hundred　yards　ahead　of　the　boats　in　the　race；　so　that　he　could　have
  a　good　view　of　that　curious　pastime。　　If　the　eight…oars　neared　him；
  with　a　few　rapid　strokes　of　his　flashing　paddles　his　boat　shot　a
  furlong　ahead；　then　he　would　wait；　surveying　the　race；　and　sending
  up　volumes　of　odor　from　his　cool　narghilly。
  〃Who　is　he？〃　asked　the　crowds　who　panted　along　the　shore；
  encouraging；　according　to　Cambridge　wont；　the　efforts　of　the
  oarsmen　in　the　race。　　Town　and　Gown　alike　asked　who　it　was；　who；
  with　an　ease　so　provoking；　in　a　barque　so　singular；　with　a　form
  seemingly　so　slight；　but　a　skill　so　prodigious；　beat　their　best
  men。　　No　answer　could　be　given　to　the　query；　save　that　a　gentleman
  in　a　dark　travelling…chariot；　preceded　by　six　fourgons　and　a
  courier；　had　arrived　the　day　before　at　the　〃Hoop　Inn；〃　opposite
  Brazenose；　and　that　the　stranger　of　the　canoe　seemed　to　be　the
  individual　in　question。
  No　wonder　the　boat；　that　all　admired　so；　could　compete　with　any
  that　ever　was　wrought　by　Cambridge　artificer　or　Putney　workman。
  That　boatslim；　shining；　and　shooting　through　the　water　like　a
  pike　after　a　small　fishwas　a　caique　from　Tophana；　it　had
  distanced　the　Sultan's　oarsmen　and　the　best　crews　of　the　Capitan
  Pasha　in　the　Bosphorus；　it　was　the　workmanship　of　Togrul…Beg；
  Caikjee　Bashee　of　his　Highness。　　The　Bashee　had　refused　fifty
  thousand　tomauns　from　Count　Boutenieff；　the　Russian　Ambassador；　for
  that　little　marvel。　　When　his　head　was　taken　off；　the　Father　of
  Believers　presented　the　boat　to　Rafael　Mendoza。
  It　was　Rafael　Mendoza　that　saved　the　Turkish　monarchy　after　the
  battle　of　Nezeeb。　　By　sending　three　millions　of　piastres　to　the
  Seraskier；　by　bribing　Colonel　de　St。　Cornichon；　the　French　envoy　in
  the　camp　of　the　victorious　Ibrahim；　the　march　of　the　Egyptian　army
  was　stoppedthe　menaced　empire　of　the　Ottomans　was　saved　from
  ruin；　the　Marchioness　of　Stokepogis；　our　ambassador's　lady；
  appeared　in　a　suite　of　diamonds　which　outblazed　even　the　Romanoff
  jewels；　and　Rafael　Mendoza　obtained　the　little　caique。　　He　never
  travelled　without　it。　　It　was　scarcely　heavier　than　an　arm…chair。
  Baroni；　the　courier；　had　carried　it　down　to　the　Cam　that　morning；
  and　Rafael　had　seen　the　singular　sport　which　we　have　mentioned。
  The　dinner　over；　the　young　men　rushed　from　their　colleges；　flushed；
  full…fed；　and　eager　for　battle。　　If　the　Gown　was　angry；　the　Town；
  too；　was　on　the　alert。　　From　Iffly　and　Barnwell；　from　factory　and
  mill；　from　wharf　and　warehouse；　the　Town　poured　out　to　meet　the
  enemy；　and　their　battle　was　soon　general。　　From　the　Addenbrook's
  hospital　to　the　Blenheim　turnpike；　all　Cambridge　was　in　an　uproar
  the　college　gates　closedthe　shops　barricadedthe　shop…boys　away
  in　support　of　their　brother　townsmenthe　battle　raged；　and　the
  Gown　had　the　worst　of　the　fight。
  A　luncheon　of　many　courses　had　been　provided　for　Rafael　Mendoza　at
  his　inn；　but　he　smiled　at　the　clumsy　efforts　of　the　university
  cooks　to　entertain　him；　and　a　couple　of　dates　and　a　glass　of　water
  formed　his　meal。　　In　vain　the　discomfited　landlord　pressed　him　to
  partake　of　the　slighted　banquet。　　〃A　breakfast！　psha！〃　said　he。
  〃My　good　man；　I　have　nineteen　cooks；　at　salaries　rising　from　four
  hundred　a　year。　　I　can　have　a　dinner　at　any　hour；　but　a　Town　and
  Gown　row〃　（a　brickbat　here　flying　through　the　window　crashed　the
  caraffe　of　water　in　Mendoza's　hand）〃a　Town　and　Gown　row　is　a
  novelty　to　me。　　The　Town　has　the　best　of　it；　clearly；　though：　the
  men　outnumber　the　lads。　　Ha；　a　good　blow！　　How　that　tall　townsman
  went　down　before　yonder　slim　young　fellow　in　the　scarlet　trencher
  cap。〃
  〃That　is　the　Lord　Codlingsby；〃　the　landlord　said。
  〃A　light　weight；　but　a　pretty　fighter；〃　Mendoza　remarked。　　〃Well
  hit　with　your　left；　Lord　Codlingsby；　well　parried；　Lord　Codlingsby；
  claret　drawn；　by　Jupiter！〃
  〃Ours　is　werry　fine；〃　the　landlord　said。　　〃Will　your　Highness　have
  Chateau　Margaux　or　Lafitte？〃
  〃He　never　can　be　going　to　match　himself　against　that　bargeman！〃
  Rafael　exclaimed；　as　an　enormous　boatmanno　other　than　Rullock
  indeed；　the　most　famous　bruiser　of　Cambridge；　and　before　whose
  fists　the　Gownsmen　went　down　like　ninepinsfought　his　way　up　to
  the　spot　where；　with　admirable　spirit　and　resolution；　Lord
  Codlingsby　and　one　or　two　of　his　friends　were　making　head　against　a
  number　of　the　town。
  The　young　noble　faced　the　huge　champion　with　the　gallantry　of　his
  race；　but　was　no　match　for　the　enemy's　strength　and　weight　and
  sinew；　and　went　down　at　every　round。　　The　brutal　fellow　had　no
  mercy　on　the　lad。　　His　savage　treatment　chafed　Mendoza　as　he　viewed
  the　unequal　combat　from　the　inn…window。　　〃Hold　your　hand！〃　he　cried
  to　this　Goliath；　〃don't　you　see　he's　but　a　boy？〃
  〃Down　he　goes　again！〃　the　bargeman　cried；　not　heeding　the
  interruption。　　〃Down　he　goes　again：　I　likes　wapping　a　lord！〃
  〃Coward！〃　shouted　Mendoza；　and　to　fling　open　the　window　amidst　a
  shower　of　brickbats；　to　vault　over　the　balcony；　to　slide　down　one
  of　the　pillars　to　the　ground；　was　an　instant's　work。
  At　the　next　he　stood　before　the　enormous　bargeman。
  。　　　　　　　。　　　　　　　。　　　　　　　。　　　　　　　。　　　　　　　。　　　　　　　。　　　　　　。
  After　the　coroner's　inquest；　Mendoza　gave　ten　thousand　pounds　to
  each　of　the　bargeman's　ten　children；　and　it　was　thus　his　first
  acquaintance　was　formed　with　Lord　Codlingsby。
  But　we　are　lingering　on　the　threshold　of　the　house　in　Holywell
  Street。　　Let　us　go　in。
  III。
  Godfrey　and　Rafael　passed　from　the　street　into　the　outer　shop　of
  the　old　mansion　in　Holywell　Street。　　It　was　a　masquerade　warehouse
  to　all　appearance。　　A　dark…eyed　damsel　of　the　nation　was　standing
  at　the　dark　and　grimy　counter；　strewed　with　old　feathers；　old
  yellow　hoots；　old　stage　mantles；　painted　masks；　blind　and　yet
  gazing　at　you　with　a　look　of　sad　death…like　intelligence　from　the
  vacancy　behind　their　sockets。
  A　medical　student　was　trying　one　of　the　doublets　of　orange…tawny
  and　silver；　slashed　with　dirty　light　blue。　　He　was　going　to　a
  masquerade　that　night。　　He　thought　Polly　Pattens　would　admire　him
  in　the　dressPolly　Pattens；　the　fairest　of　maids…of…all…workthe
  Borough　Venus；　adored　by　half　the　youth　of　Guy's。
  〃You　look　like　a　prince　in　it；　Mr。　Lint；〃　pretty　Rachel　said；
  coaxing　him　with　her　beady　black　eyes。
  〃It　IS　the　cheese；〃　replied　Mr。　Lint；　〃it　ain't　the　dress　that
  don't　suit；　my　rose　of　Sharon；　it's　the　FIGURE。　　Hullo；　Rafael；　is
  that　you；　my　lad　of　sealing…wax？　　Come　and　intercede　for　me　with
  this　wild　gazelle；　she　says　I　can't　have　it　under　fifteen　bob　for
  the　night。　　And　it's　too　much：　cuss　me　if　it's　not　too　much；　unless
  you'll　take　my　little　bill　at　two　months；　Rafael。〃
  〃There's　a　sweet　pretty　brigand's　dress　you　may　have　for　half　de
  monish；〃　Rafael　replied；　〃there's　a　splendid　clown　for　eight　bob；
  but　for　dat　Spanish　dress；　selp　ma　Moshesh；　Mistraer　Lint；　ve'd　ask
  a　guinea　of　any　but　you。　　Here's　a　gentlemansh　just　come　to　look　at
  it。　　Look　'ear；　Mr。　Brownsh；　did　you　ever　shee　a　nisher　ting　dan
  dat？〃　　So　saying；　Rafael　turned　to　Lord　Codlingsby　with　the　utmost
  gravity；　and　displayed　to　him　the　garment　about　which　the　young
  medicus　was　haggling。
  〃Cheap　at　the　money；〃　Codlingsby　replied；　〃if　you　won't　make　up
  your　mind；　sir；　I　should　like　to　engage　it　myself。〃　　But　the
  thought　that　another　should　appear　before　Polly　Pattens　in　that
  costume　was　too　much　for　Mr。　Lint；　he　agreed　to　pay　the　fifteen
  shillings　for　the　garment。　　And　Rafael；　pocketing　the　money　with
  perfect　simplicity；　said；　〃Dis　vay；　Mr。　Brownsh：　dere's　someting
  vill　shoot　you　in　the　next　shop。〃
  Lord　Codlingsby　followed　him；　wondering。
  〃You　are　surprised　at　our　system；〃　said　Rafael；　marking　the　evident
  bewilderment　of　his　friend。　　〃Confess　you　would　call　it　meanness
  my　huckstering　with　yonder　young　fool。　　I　call　it　simplicity。　　Why
  throw　away　a　shilling　without　need？　　Our　race　never　did。　　A
  shilling　is　four　men's　bread：　shall　I　disdain　to　defile　my　fingers
  by　holding　them　out　relief　in　their　necessity？　　It　is　you　who　are
  meanyou　Normansnot　we　of　the　ancient　race。　　You　have　your
  vulgar　measurement　for　great　things　and　small。　　You　call　a　thousand
  pounds　respectable；　and　a　shekel　despicable。　　Psha；　my　Codlingsby！
  One　is　as　the　other。　　I　trade　in　pennies　and　in　millions。　　I　am
  above　or　below　neither。〃
  They　were　passing　through　a　second　shop；　smelling　strongly　of
  cedar；　and；　in　fact；　piled　up　with　bales　of　those　pencils　which　the
  young　Hebrews　are　in　the　habit　of　vending　through　the　streets。　　〃I
  have　sold　bundles　and　bundles　of　these；〃　said　Rafael。　　〃My　little
  broth