But Paul, mindful of that exertion of "prudence" on the part of Mr.Pepper by which he had been left to his fate and the mercy of Justice Burnflat, received his advances very sullenly.

This coolness so incensed Ned, who was naturally choleric, that he turned his back on our hero, and being of an aristocratic spirit, muttered something about "upstart, and vulgar clyfakers being admitted to the company of swell tobymen." This murmur called all Paul's blood into his cheek; for though he had been punished as a clyfaker (or pickpocket), nobody knew better than Long Ned whether or not he was innocent; and a reproach from him came therefore with double injustice and severity.

In his wrath he seized Mr.Pepper by the ear, and telling him he was a shabby scoundrel, challenged him to fight.
So pleasing an invitation not being announced sotto voce, but in a tone suited to the importance of the proposition, every one around heard it; and before Long Ned could answer, the full voice of Gentleman George thundered forth,-- "Keep the peace there, you youngster! What! are you just admitted into our merry-makings, and must you be wrangling already?
Harkye, gemmen, I have been plagued enough with your quarrels before now; and the first cove as breaks the present quiet of the Jolly Angler shall be turned out neck and crop,--sha' n't he, Attie ?" "Right about, march!" said the hero.
"Ay, that's the word, Attie," said Gentleman George.

"And now, Mr.
Pepper, if there be any ill blood 'twixt you and the lad there, wash it away in a bumper of bingo, and let's hear no more whatsomever about it." "I'm willing," cried Long Ned, with the deferential air of a courtier, and holding out his hand to Paul.

Our hero, being somewhat abashed by the novelty of his situation and the rebuke of Gentleman George, accepted, though with some reluctance, the proffered courtesy.
Order being thus restored, the conversation of the convivialists began to assume a most fascinating bias.