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"Dear hearts!" she addressed her silent judges, in mysterious guttural tones, "is it becas ye think there's a bit of a fear of...?" The ladies repressed a violent inclination to huddle together, like cattle from the blowing East. "I assure ye, 'taint poss'ble," pursued Mrs. Chump. "Why do I 'gree to marry Pole? Just this, now.
Chump, I beg ye'll not go to believe annything of me. So I says to her, 'Cornelia! my dear! do ye think, now, it's true that Chump went and marrud his cook, that ye treat me so? becas my father, I tell her, 'he dealt in porrk in a large way, and I was a fine woman, full of the arr'stocracy, and Chump a little puffed-out bladder of a man. So then she says: 'Mrs.
"Why didn't she go to the hotel where the others are, if she wouldn't come here?" "But the arr'stocracy, Mr. Wilfrud! And alone alone! d'ye see? which couldn't be among the others; becas of sweet whisperin'. 'Alone," Mrs. Chump read on; "'and to-morrow I'll pay my respects to what you call your simmering pot of Emerald broth. Oh ye hussy! I'd say, if ye weren't a borrn lady.
"Dear hearts!" she addressed her silent judges, in mysterious guttural tones, "is it becas ye think there's a bit of a fear of...?" The ladies repressed a violent inclination to huddle together, like cattle from the blowing East. "I assure ye, 'taint poss'ble," pursued Mrs. Chump. "Why do I 'gree to marry Pole? Just this, now.
Chump, I beg ye'll not go to believe annything of me. So I says to her, 'Cornelia! my dear! do ye think, now, it's true that Chump went and marrud his cook, that ye treat me so? becas my father, I tell her, 'he dealt in porrk in a large way, and I was a fine woman, full of the arr'stocracy, and Chump a little puffed-out bladder of a man. So then she says: 'Mrs.
And if that was his object, he was paid for it. A great thick kiss was planted on his cheek, with the motto: "Harm to them that thinks ut." Wilfrid bore the salute like a man who presumes that he is flattered. "And it's you!" said Mrs. Chump. "I was just off. I'm packed, and bonnutted, and ready for a start; becas, my dear, where there's none but women, I don't think it natural to stop.
And now I've got money, I must have friends; for when I hadn't, ye know, my friends seemed against me, and now I have, it's the world that does, where'll I hide it? Oh, dear! now I'm with you, I don't mind, though this brown-faced forr'ner servant of yours, he gives me shivers. Can he understand English? becas I've got ut all in my pockut!" Merthyr sighed wearily for release.
What have ye been doin'? and why didn't ye return, and not go hoppin' about about all night like a young kangaroo, as they say they do? Have ye read the 'Arcana of Nature and Science, ma'am?" The Hon. Mrs. Bayruffle, thus abruptly addressed, observed that she had not, and was it an amusing book? "Becas it'll open your mind," pursued Mrs.
Say it's becas I'm an honest woman and don't care to hide the a unmentionables when I wear them as the t'others do," sprinkled with the dandy's famous invocations. He began to conceive romance in that sort of fun. "You're a wopper, my brave Dick! won't let any peeler take me? by Jove!"
And if that was his object, he was paid for it. A great thick kiss was planted on his cheek, with the motto: "Harm to them that thinks ut." Wilfrid bore the salute like a man who presumes that he is flattered. "And it's you!" said Mrs. Chump. "I was just off. I'm packed, and bonnutted, and ready for a start; becas, my dear, where there's none but women, I don't think it natural to stop.
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