When he came to that quarter of the city,
the barristers were trotting in the streets in wig and
gown, and he stood to observe them with his bundle on
his shoulder, and his mind full of curious
recollections of the past.
"By George!" cried a voice, "it's Mr. Carthew!"
And turning about he found himself face to face with a
handsome sunburnt youth, somewhat fatted, arrayed in
the finest of fine raiment, and sporting about a
sovereign's worth of flowers in his button-hole.
Norris had met him during his first days in Sydney at a
farewell supper; had even escorted him on board a
schooner full of cockroaches and black-boy sailors, in
which he was bound for six months among the islands;
and had kept him ever since in entertained remembrance.
Tom Hadden (known to the bulk of Sydney folk as
TOMMY) was heir to a considerable property, which a
prophetic father had placed in the hands of rigorous
trustees. The income supported Mr. Hadden in splendour
for about three months out of twelve; the rest of the
year he passed in retreat among the islands.
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