The poor French prisoner, Champdivers, might be in a perpetual danger of arrest; but the rich travelling Englishman, St.-Ives, in his post-chaise, with his despatch-box by his side, could smile at fate and laugh at locksmiths.

I repeated the proverb, exulting, _Love laughs at locksmiths_! In a moment, by the mere coming of this money, my love had become possible--it had come near, it was under my hand--and it may be by one of the curiosities of human nature, but it burned that instant brighter.
'Rowley,' said I, 'your Viscount is a made man.' 'Why, we both are, sir,' said Rowley.
'Yes, both,' said I; 'and you shall dance at the wedding;' and I flung at his head a bundle of bank notes, and had just followed it up with a handful of guineas, when the door opened, and Mr.Romaine appeared upon the threshold..