CHAPTER XIII.
Mr Grimes Gets His Odd Money The handmaiden at George Vavasor's lodgings announced "another gent," and then Mr Scruby entered the room in which were seated George, and Mr Grimes the publican from the "Handsome Man" on the Brompton Road.
Mr Scruby was an attorney from Great Marlborough Street, supposed to be very knowing in the ways of metropolitan elections; and he had now stepped round, as he called it, with the object of saying a few words to Mr Grimes, partly on the subject of the forthcoming contest at Chelsea, and partly on that of the contest last past.

These words were to be said in the presence of Mr Vavasor, the person interested.
That some other words had been spoken between Mr Scruby and Mr Grimes on the same subjects behind Mr Vavasor's back I think very probable.
But even though this might have been so I am not prepared to say that Mr Vavasor had been deceived by their combinations.
The two men were very civil to each other in their salutations, the attorney assuming an air of patronizing condescension, always calling the other Grimes; whereas Mr Scruby was treated with considerable deference by the publican, and was always called Mr Scruby.

"Business is business," said the publican as soon as these salutations were over; "isn't it now, Mr Scruby ?" "And I suppose Grimes thinks Sunday morning a particularly good time for business," said the attorney, laughing.
"It's quiet, you know," said Grimes.

"But it warn't me as named Sunday morning.

It was Mr Vavasor here.