A merry Christmas did not fall to the lot of George Vavasor on the present occasion. An early Christmas-box he did receive in the shape of a very hurried note from his friend Burgo. "This will be brought to you by Stickling," the note said; but who Stickling was Vavasor did not know. "I send the bill. Couldn't you get the money and send it me, as I don't want to go up to town again before the thing comes off? You're a trump; and will do the best you can. Don't let that rogue off for less than a hundred and twenty.--Yours, B. F." Vavasor, therefore, having nothing better to do, spent his Christmas morning in calling on Mr. Magruin.
"Oh, Mr. Vavasor," said Magruin; "really this is no morning for business!"
"Time and tide wait for no man, Mr. Magruin, and my friend wants his money to-morrow."
"Oh, Mr. Vavasor,--to-morrow!"

George Vavasor did not have a merry Christmas. He received an early gift in the shape of a very hurried note from his friend Burgo.
"I am sending the bill. Could you get the money and send it me, as I don't want to go up to town again? Don't let that rogue off for less than a hundred and twenty. Yours, B. F."
Vavasor, therefore, spent his Christmas morning in calling on Mr. Magruin.
"Oh, Mr. Vavasor," said Magruin, "this is no morning for business!"
"Time and tide wait for no man, Mr. Magruin, and my friend wants his money to-morrow. 