ABSTRACT
On our arrival at Buxton, Figgens procured us accommodation for the night in the lodging-house where they put up; and, what was no less acceptable, a good supper and excellent wine. It was amusing enough to hear the little man recount, with great ostentation, what he had intended to do in the case of Blore’s attack. I do not know that I can justly accuse Figgens of actual falsehood; but had we not been eye-witnesses of his terrified behaviour in the transaction, he would have made it appear that he was the most courageous person present. Like all dwarfs and deformed people, indeed, he was peculiarly afraid of any loss of dignity, and was always jealously on the watch to defend this from every encroachment. Mrs. Figgens, however, who held the reins of authority, would not in this instance allow him the least credit for his magnanimous intentions, seeing he had not manifested the same by any visible sign.
