P.S. I have not paid the scoundrel his thousand pounds. He proposed a
bond for the whole, on which he said he could raise money. This I was
determined not to give, and told him he must wait a few days, till I
had consulted my lawyer and looked into my affairs, and I would then
give him a determinate answer. He was beginning to assume the
contemptible airs of a bully; but I was in no temper to bear the least
insult. The real rage of my look silenced the mechanical ferocity of
his. I bade him remember I could hit a china plate, and that I should
think proper to take my own mode of payment. He then changed his tone,
and began to commend his soul to Satan, in a thousand different forms,
if he had ever won a hundred pounds at a sitting in his whole life
before. I sneered in his face, shewed him the door, and bade him good
night; and he walked quietly away.