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In these riches of imagination a little brother also partook. A stick, accoutred in such wise with scraps of buckskin as to imitate a gallant of the place and period, was bowing respectfully before another stick, vested in the affabilities of age and the simulacrum of a dressing-gown. "I love your granddaughter, sir, and wish to make her my wife," said the bowing stick.
Theodore assures me that he appreciates these and other affabilities, and that I have made what he calls a "conquest" of his venerable heart. Poor, battered, bamboozled old organ! he would have one believe that it has a most tragical record of capture and recapture. At all events, it appears that I am master of the citadel. For the present I have no wish to evacuate.
Ansell, with her carefully-distributed affabilities, and Blanche Carbury, with her reckless hurling of conversational pebbles, seemed to Justine as much of a stranger as herself among the people to whom his marriage had introduced him.
Next morning he was up early, ate a cheerful breakfast, delighted his host with foreign affabilities, paid his bill, and went away by train to London. Leaving his luggage in a cloak-room at the station, he took a stroll about town, dropping into public-houses here and there, and drinking terrible brandy.
Bielfeld's account, we must candidly say, appears to be an afterthought; but readers can make their profit of it, all the same. As to the Crown-Prince and Princess, words fail to express their gracious perfections, their affabilities, polite ingenuities: Bielfeld's words do give us some pleasant shadowy conceivability of the Crown-Princess:
Her and me hadn't been essential to one another since I won that suit over a water right on Eldorado. "Hello, Annie," says I, clawing the ice out of my whiskers; "finding plenty of claims down here to relocate?" "Shut up, you perjured pup," says she, full of disappointing affabilities; "I don't want any dealings with a lying, thieving hypocrite like you, Billy Joyce."
As the church-bell stopped the swing-door opened, and Boulou hurried in, like a great personage, conscious that others have waited, and bearing with him an aroma of Irish stew and onions, which showed that he had been exchanging affabilities with the cook. For the truth must be owned. No spinster over forty could look unmoved on Boulou.
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