The Memoirs of Mr. Charles J. Yellowplush

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f them aside (I knew what he meant), to send ’em to his father. “But no,” says he at last, clutching them all up together again, and throwing them into his escritaw, “what harm can he do me? If he is a knave, I know another

ing to the Twillaries to see King Looy Disweet (who was then the raining sufferin of the French crownd) go to chapple, and, finely, a dinner at 5 o’c

ement, my dear Mr. Algernon,” said my lady. “Look — a very kind letter from Lady

RE, Thursday,

n will allow me to rank her. Will you excuse so unceremonious an invitation, and dine with us at the embassy today? We shall be en petite comite, and shall have the pleasure of hearing, I hope, some of your

IVELY MUST see you both. Ever, dea

A BOB

ffect anybody in the middling ranx of life. It droav Lady Griffin mad with delight; and, long before my master

going on behind the seans, and, though he could not tell how, was sure that some dang

are places at her table. But Lady Griffin and Miss would not have his insinwations; they knew too fu lords ever to refuse an invitatium from any one of them. Go they would; and poor Deuceace must dine alone. After they had been on their

g-room to announts his cab, I saw master very quietly taking his pocket-book (or pot fool, as the

s were gon, he pretends to be vastly anxious abowt the loss of his

I may see her for a single moment.” And down come

ever she could, “you quite surprise me! I don’t know whe

about a pocket-book which I have lost, and may, perhaps, have left here; and then, to ask you if y

split; for I’m blest if maste

ke cream and sugar, dear sir?” says poar Kic

who stowed in a power of sashong and muffinx

s y Deuceace took the trouble to talk to her for an hour, and to swallow all her tea. He wanted to find out fro

e out.” He knew everything that she knew; and that, poar creature, was very little. There was nine thousand a year, she had heard say, in money, in

ing, his heart beating. He, without a penny, could nex mo

All the tea-drinking had not taught him this piece of nollidg

.

n my Lady Griffin. He was so polite, that he wanted to mount the stairs with her ladyship; but no, she would not suffer it. “Edward,” says she to the coachmin, quite loud, and pleased that all the people in the hotel should hear her, “you will take the carriage, and drive HIS LORDSHIP

my years some time after, I may as well relate ’em here, word for word, as

k you — fervently thank you for your goodness to my poor boy. Your ladyship is too young to experience, but, I am sure, far too tender not to understand the gratitude which must fill a fond parent’s heart for kindness shown to his child. Believe me,” s

lobster sos. Master was a good un at flumry, but, law bless you! he was no moar equill to the old man than a mole-hill is to a mounting. Before the night was over, he had made as much progress as another man would in a ear. One almost forgot his red nose and his big stomick, and his wicked leering i’s, in his gentle insiniwating woice, his fund of annygoats, and, above all, the bewtific, morl, religious, and honrabbl

them sellabrated Italyian hairs (when she began this squall, hang me if she’d ever stop), my lo

ays he, “that Algernon has found a fr

pose I am not the only respectab

t me to say, his relationship to myself, have procured him many

sion of his dismal face. “You don’t mean that Mr

htless, extravagant, and embarrassed: and you know a man under

left him by a god-mother; and he does not seem even to spend

llow him, and is heavily in debt. He has played, madam, I fear; and for this reason I am so glad to hear that he is in a respectable domestic circ

money? Could she doubt her informer? his own father, and, what’s more, a real flesh and blood pear of parlyment? She determined she would try him.

n — my lord driving home in my lady’s carridge, her lad

r loox. She did not long keep it. As she was making tea for the ladies (for in that house they took a cup regular before bedtime), “Well, my la

sh, Miss Kicksey, you would not demean yourself by mixing with my

oir; it was a gentleman, and

then,” says Miss; “he promised t

u think of your own beau, the Honorable Mr. Algernon Deuceace;” and, so saying, poar K

ays my lady, who recklected all that

nd in the second, he wanted, he said, a dish of my nice

rsation with Mr. Algernon? Did you talk politics, or music, or fine arts, or metaphysics?” Miss M. being what w

First we talked about the weather, next about muffins and crumpets. Crumpets, he said, he liked best; and then we

Kicksey?” says my lady, with a hard,

blessed husband, and seemed so anxious about you and

Kicksey, what di

u and Leonora had nine

t th

am sure I wish I had ninety,” says po

Mr. Deuceace ask how the money

I could no

ady, slapping down her

HE is not mercenary; he is all candor, innocence, generosity! He is himself blessed with a sufficient portion of the world’s goods to be content; an

e flung out of the room, slamming the door, and leaving Miss Matilda to bust into tears, as was