The postillion would rather have had to do with the gentleman royal, who is above base computation; but he knew the humanity in the class he served, and with his conception of Evan only partially dimmed, he remarked: 'Oh-h-h! that won't hurt you, sir.

Jump along in,--settle that by-and-by.' But when my gentleman stood fast, and renewed the demand to know the exact charge for the distance already traversed, the postillion dismounted, glanced him over, and speculated with his fingers tipping up his hat.

Meantime Evan drew out his purse, a long one, certainly, but limp.

Out of this drowned-looking wretch the last spark of life was taken by the sum the postillion ventured to name; and if paying your utmost farthing without examination of the charge, and cheerfully stepping out to walk fifty miles, penniless, constituted a postillion's gentleman, Evan would have passed the test.

The sight of poverty, however, provokes familiar feelings in poor men, if you have not had occasion to show them you possess particular qualities.