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The Newcomes

Chapter 7 In which Mr. Clive’s School-days are over

Word Count: 3298    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

near relatives. He dismissed his cab at Ludgate Hill, and walked thence by the dismal precincts of Newgate, and across the muddy pave

Grey Friars Square, with its blackened trees and garden, surrounded by ancient hou

creeping along in their black gowns under the ancient arches yonder, whose struggle of life was over, whose hope and noise and bustle had sunk into that grey calm. There was Thomas Newcome arrived at the middle of life, standing between the shouting boys and the tottering seniors, and in a situation to moralise upon both, had not his son Clive, who has espied him from within Mr. Hopkinson's, or let us say at once Hopkey's house, come jumping down the steps to greet his sire. Clive was dressed in his very best; not o

Clive," said the Colonel,

" asks the boy. "I don

h them. You wrote about th

hen I go there I scarcely ever see them. Mr. Newcome asks me the oftenest-two

ive you the sovereign," say

blushe

is always crying and shrieking after them, and finding fault with them. My uncle generally has his dinner-parties on Saturday, or goes out; and aunt gives me ten shillings and sends me to the play; that's better fun than a dinner-party." Here the lad blushed again. "I used," says he, "when I was younger, to stand on the stairs and prig things out of the dishes when they came out fr

ather, amused at the lad's candid pratt

adies and some not. There's Jones now, the fifth form master, every man sees he's a gentleman, though he wears ever so old clothes; and there's Mr. Brown, who oils his hair, and wears rings, and white ch

ticket," says the C

ways of her own too, yet somehow she looks grander,"-and here the lad laughed again. "And do you know, I often think that as good a lady as Aunt Anne herself, is old Aunt Honeyman at Brighton-that is, in all essentials, you know. For she is not proud, and she is not

to speak no ill of them?"

. That time I went down to Newcome, I went to see old Aunt Sarah, and she told me everything, and showed me the room where my grandfather-you know; and do you know I was a little hurt at first, for I

y. Indeed, how many men do we know in the world without caring to know who their fathers were? and how many mor

up to him, and walking on as proud as a peac

u say," said

ned at Smithfield; about the one that was at the battle of Bosworth; and the old old Newcome who was bar-that is, who was

our father to be an honourable man, why not your grandfather, and his ancestors before him? But if we can't inherit a good na

thers had his house-a handsome and roomy mansion in Bryanstone Square. Colonel Newcome was bent on paying a visit to his sister-in-law, and as he knocked at the door, where t

er to-day," said the Colonel. "Does Mrs

nswered Clive. "My uncle never a

her! Newcome thought. Why, if he had come to me in India with all his family, he mig

d opened the door; and without waiting fo

said Clive; "my aunt w

omestic. This latter speech was addressed to a pastrycook's boy, with a large sugar temple and many conical papers containing delicacies for desser

y shut the door in our face

se it's different here to what it is in India, here are the children in the square,-those are the girls in blue,-that's the French gover

oit hors du squar!" screams out the lady of the mustachio

it me to make acquaintance with my nieces," he said, "and with their

hey are young ladies of condition. I am forced to keep the eyes of lynx upon these young persons, otherwise heaven knows what would come to them. Only yesterday, my back is turned for a moment, I cast my eyes on a book, having but little time for literature, monsieur-for literature, which I adore-when a cry makes itself to hear. I turn

me at cricket with you, too," says the kind

You conceive, monsieur, that I also must be cautious when I speak to a man so distinguished in

ds his hat or his boots, was surveying his little nieces with that kind expression which his face alw

says

t were, kissing them in the direction of a grand barouche that was advancing along the Square)-"you know mademoise

y child!" c

Clive went too,"

exclaimed; and, turning round, Colonel Newcome had the satis

f a gentleman reposed on her voluminous bosom. She wore another picture of two darling heads, with pink cheeks and golden hair, on one of her wrists, with many more chains, bracelets, bangles, and knick-knacks. A pair of dirty gloves marred the splendour of this appearance; a heap of books from the library strewed the back seat of the carriage, and showed that her

twinkle of his eyes,

. She liked him. "What, you, Clive?" she said. "

e. "My father is come; an

st gentleman stepped forward and took off his hat and bowed, and stood bareheaded. She surveyed him blandly, and with infinite grace put forward one of the pudgy little hands in one of the dirty gloves. Can you fancy a t

ewcome, mong frere." (In a whisper, "My children's governess and my friend, a most superior woman.") "Was it not kind of Colonel Newcome to come to see me? Have you had a pleas

dont parle l'univers, dont mon pere m'a si souvent parle!" but this

him, and you must not be jealous of his love for his aunt. We feel that we quite know you through him, and we know that you know us, and we hope you will like us. Do you think your pa will like us, Clive? Or perhaps you will like Lady Anne best? Yes; you have been to her first, of course? Not been? Oh! bec

cGuffog, who is called in his native country the Ezekiel of Clackmannan? Mr. Shaloony, the great Irish patriot? our papers have told you of him. These and some more I have been good enough to promise me a visit to-night. A stranger coming to London could scarcely have a better opportunity of seeing some of our great illustrations of science and literature. And you will meet our own family-not Sir Brian's, who-who have other society and amusements-but mine. I hope Mr. Newcome

wn; she asked artists to bring their sketch-books from Kensington, or luckless pianists to trudge with their music from Brompton. She rewarded them with a smile and a cup of tea, and thought they were made happy by her condescension. If, after two or three of these delightful evenings, th

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1 Chapter 1 The Overture—After which the Curtain rises upon a Drinking Chorus2 Chapter 2 Colonel Newcome’s Wild Oats3 Chapter 3 Colonel Newcome’s Letter-box4 Chapter 4 In which the Author and the Hero resume their Acquaintance5 Chapter 5 Clive’s Uncles6 Chapter 6 Newcome Brothers7 Chapter 7 In which Mr. Clive’s School-days are over8 Chapter 8 Mrs. Newcome at Home (a Small Early Party)9 Chapter 9 Miss Honeyman’s10 Chapter 10 Ethel and her Relations11 Chapter 11 At Mrs. Ridley’s12 Chapter 12 In which everybody is asked to Dinner13 Chapter 13 In which Thomas Newcome sings his Last Song14 Chapter 14 Park Lane15 Chapter 15 The Old Ladies16 Chapter 16 In which Mr. Sherrick lets his House in Fitzroy Square17 Chapter 17 A School of Art18 Chapter 18 New Companions19 Chapter 19 The Colonel at Home20 Chapter 20 Contains more Particulars of the Colonel and his Brethren21 Chapter 21 Is Sentimental, but Short22 Chapter 22 Describes a Visit to Paris; with Accidents and Incidents23 Chapter 23 In which we hear a Soprano and a Contralto24 Chapter 24 In which the Newcome Brothers once more meet together in25 Chapter 25 Is passed in a Public-house26 Chapter 26 In which Colonel Newcome’s Horses are sold27 Chapter 27 Youth and Sunshine28 Chapter 28 In which Clive begins to see the World29 Chapter 29 In which Barnes comes a-wooing30 Chapter 30 A Retreat31 Chapter 31 Madame la Duchesse32 Chapter 32 Barnes’s Courtship33 Chapter 33 Lady Kew at the Congress34 Chapter 34 The End of the Congress of Baden35 Chapter 35 Across the Alps36 Chapter 36 In which M. de Florac is promoted37 Chapter 37 Return to Lord Kew38 Chapter 38 In which Lady Kew leaves his Lordship quite convalescent39 Chapter 39 Amongst the Painters40 Chapter 40 Returns from Rome to Pall Mall41 Chapter 41 An Old Story42 Chapter 42 Injured Innocence43 Chapter 43 Returns to some Old Friends44 Chapter 44 In which Mr. Charles Honeyman appears in an Amiable Light45 Chapter 45 A Stag of Ten46 Chapter 46 The Hotel de Florac47 Chapter 47 Contains two or three Acts of a Little Comedy48 Chapter 48 In which Benedick is a Married Man49 Chapter 49 Contains at least six more Courses and two Desserts50 Chapter 50 Clive in New Quarters51 Chapter 51 An Old Friend52 Chapter 52 Family Secrets53 Chapter 53 In which Kinsmen fall out54 Chapter 54 Has a Tragical Ending55 Chapter 55 Barnes’s Skeleton Closet56 Chapter 56 Rosa quo locorum sera moratur57 Chapter 57 Rosebury and Newcome58 Chapter 58 “One more Unfortunate”59 Chapter 59 In which Achilles loses Briseis60 Chapter 60 In which we write to the Colonel61 Chapter 61 In which we are introduced to a New Newcome62 Chapter 62 Mr. and Mrs. Clive Newcome63 Chapter 63 Mrs. Clive at Home64 Chapter 64 Absit Omen65 Chapter 65 In which Mrs. Clive comes into her Fortune66 Chapter 66 In which the Colonel and the Newcome Athenaeum are both lectured67 Chapter 67 Newcome and Liberty68 Chapter 68 A Letter and a Reconciliation69 Chapter 69 The Election70 Chapter 70 Chiltern Hundreds71 Chapter 71 In which Mrs. Clive Newcome’s Carriage is ordered72 Chapter 72 Belisarius73 Chapter 73 In which Belisarius returns from Exile74 Chapter 74 In which Clive begins the World75 Chapter 75 Founder’s Day at the Grey Friars76 Chapter 76 Christmas at Rosebury77 Chapter 77 The Shortest and Happiest in the Whole History78 Chapter 78 In which the Author goes on a Pleasant Errand79 Chapter 79 In which Old Friends come together80 Chapter 80 In which the Colonel says “Adsum” when his Name is called