Once a Week (magazine)/Series 1/Volume 11/A blow to “the profession”

​Page:Once a Week Jun to Dec 1864.pdf/248 ​was making arrangements to engage his somewhat restless and active mind in mercantile pursuits, and when he arrived he was owner of "all that messuage or tenement known as Blank Hall."
The mourning at the Hall was not prolonged. John Blankman had not been necessary to the existence of his father any more than his father was indispensable to his. He had hunted with him, and watched him get drunk afterwards; he had talked country politics with him, and they had generally differed. Beyond this there had been little community and less sympathy. It is for the companions of our minds, for the intimates of our heart, the sharers of our sympathies, that we mourn, not for our mere physical associates. And so it fell out that, as soon as a decent time had elapsed, the "new Squire" sought that interview with "the profession" (as represented by Mr. Twaddle) which ultimately induced him to inflict the "blow" to which attention was in the first place directed.
"Good morning, Mr. Twaddle. How's Twist? Oh! there you are, Twist. How d'ye do? I want just to have a little talk with Mr. Twaddle—family matters—so—perhaps——Ah! thank you;" and Mr. Twist was bowe

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