The Cockaynes in Paris; Or, 'Gone abroad'

t stumbled

eakness trod."

ere aga

hly respectable boarding-house in the Rue Millevo

irs would not have known the godly landlady, who glided about the house by day, rubbing her hands and hoping every soul under her roof was comfortable-or would at once compla

t tucked over his ears, and such a c

ery, Jane," Mrs. Rowe

e I shouldn't trouble much about i

consolation. "The villain is bent on my ruin. A bad boy he was; a bad man he is. Show him in; and s

m, indeed you are. I'm su

You presume, Jane, on the p

hope not,

G

the bureau. "Now, you must be good, Mr. Charles, to-day, and not stay more than a quarter of

tranger pushed into the business pa

sk, her face rigidly set, to receive her visitor-keeping the ta

e courage to defy. He stood there-abashed, or hesitating

we said, firmly

!" he jeered, "yes, and well again, Mrs. Rowe. Is it necessary

y at present; I

think I'm going into a corner to starve for your personal satisfaction, you are

l, Charles, befor

hool! D-n it, don'

he outburst, lest it shoul

sleeping overhead. If you

ssed into it; left to shift for myself, and to be ashamed of myself; and I want a

vehemently with his right-pantomime to indicate the exact wher

u'll drive me from this house

rles said, with a cruel lau

red, encouragingly to Mr. Charles; "laugh and be che

nt. "Laugh and be cheerful?" he roared; and then he raised a hoarse mock laugh, t

in the air, Jane left the

Mrs. Rowe hissed, leaning across the

he scape-goat. How often in the course of your hypocritical days have you wished me dead? You hear I've a cough; but I cannot prom

ip

er that." Mr. Charles moved round th

you." Mrs. Rowe, as she stood still turning the lock of the bureau, and keeping

she fumbled in the drawer in which she kept money. The mu

s crisp paper sounds sweeter. Mrs. Rowe, I'm not here for a couple of y

leed a stone

I mean business to-day. The rarer I mak

te of tha

long as you lik

you will end with some tragedy. A man who can play

n impatient rage, and made a

, come what may." Mrs. Rowe's face

rs. Rowe among the milk-white sheep of his flock! No; Mrs. Rowe is too prudent a woman-Now."

to that! Robber! It wi

day-

ed the man to ma

d conjured up in the man. He seized the table, and loo

l shiver it into a thousand pieces-a

as at her in an instant, and had possessio

e bell-Jan

s flaming, as they fell on the unconscious

ht, that you will. What h

s. A smell of salts'll

rles wa

tleman he can be, whe