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Had his fears in any degree been justified? That disquieting suspicion may have just entered Clerivault's mind, seeking for the clue to some connexion between his young master's mental and material conditions. Something, it was evident, had torn and dishevelled that gentleman's attire, as something had disturbed his moral equilibrium. The good fellow's uneasiness was so great that he could not forbear significantly drawing Brion's attention to the state of his clothes. The youngster laughed.
‘A brawl, Clerivault,' said he. ‘I lacked my Mentor for the occasion. That is enough admitted, by your leave. Methinks, all said, I have had sufficient of London for one time, and incline to our good Devon again. What say you? '