Chapter 38: Dolly and a Real Gentleman
One day he and another gentleman took our cab; they stopped at a shop
in R---- Street, and while his friend went in he stood at the door.
A little ahead of us on the other side of the street
a cart with two very fine horses was standing before some wine vaults;
the carter was not with them, and I cannot tell how long
they had been standing, but they seemed to think they had waited long enough,
and began to move off. Before they had gone many paces
the carter came running out and caught them. He seemed furious
at their having moved, and with whip and rein punished them brutally,
even beating them about the head. Our gentleman saw it all,
and stepping quickly across the street, said in a decided voice:
"If you don't stop that directly, I'll have you arrested
for leaving your horses, and for brutal conduct."
The man, who had clearly been drinking, poured forth some abusive language,
but he left off knocking the horses about, and taking the reins,
got into his cart; meantime our friend had quietly taken a note-book
from his pocket, and looking at the name and address painted on the cart,
he wrote something down.
"What do you want with that?" growled the carter, as he cracked his whip
and was moving on. A nod and a grim smile was the only answer he got.
On returning to the cab our friend was joined by his companion,
who said laughingly, "I should have thought, Wright,
you had enough business of your own to look after, without troubling yourself
about other people's horses and servants."
Our friend stood still for a moment, and throwing his head a little back,
"Do you know why this world is as bad as it is?"
"No," said the other.
"Then I'll tell you. It is because people think only about
their own business, and won't trouble themselves to stand up
for the oppressed, nor bring the wrongdoer to light.
I never see a wicked thing like this without doing what I can,
and many a master has thanked me for letting him know
how his horses have been used."