By Celia's Arbor, Chapters XXXIX-XLV [pp. 451-473]

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fiercer hail of pint-pots. These having ceased, the of our old enemy, Moses. He knows us instantly,
middies swiftly creep over the seats and skedaddle, and, with a hasty gesture to the chairman, whose
heaving over a spare half-dozen ere they reach the glass he has just filled, he rises-to effect a retreat
portals, and fly down the stairs. When the brave by way of the orchestra and under the stage-door.
red-coats have swarmed up the eight-feet pillars Not so fast, friend Moses. Leonard makes for him;
and stormed the gallery, they find it like another there is a cry, and the pretender to the name of
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Malakoff-empty. Then they shout. Who can Copleston is dragged back to the table by the coat.
withstand the bravery of the British soldier? All collar.
this takes time and attracts attention. Meantime, " Now-you-whatever you call yourself," cries
another scene is enacted at our end of the hall. Leonard, "what do you mean by taking my name?"
Leonard stalking up the room, the red-jackets "Let me go." Moses wriggles under the grasp
shouting for "Gentleman Jack," the curiosity of which holds him by the coat-collar like a vise, and
those who do not know him, draw upon us the eyes drags him backward upon the table among the
B Y CELIA'S ARBOR.