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"But I shouldn't have thought it likely that a person so fully employed as Mr Bott, and employed, too, on matters of such vast importance, would have gone out of his way to annoy a young lady whom he chanced to meet for a day or two in a country-house." "I don't think that Alice means that he attempted to flirt with her," said Lady Glencora, laughing. "Fancy Mr Bott's flirtation!"
Again the curtain went down amid a sigh of satisfaction from the admiring audience, and a choking voice, which tried hard not to sound like Bott's, cried out from the closet: "Turn down the light; we want more power."
"Do not get me anything," she said. They had now got into the room, and had therefore escaped Mr Bott's eyes for the moment. "Mr Fitzgerald," and now her words had become a whisper in his ear, "do what I ask you. For the sake of the old days of which you spoke, the dear old days which can never come again " "By G ! they can," said he. "They can come back, and they shall." "Never.
"But what I mean is, if a young lady likes a young gentleman pretty well, how is she going to find out for sure whether he likes her?" She went intrepidly through these words, though her cheeks were burning, and her eyes would fall in spite of her, and her head was singing. There was no longer any doubt in Bott's mind.
The room was small and stuffy. A simulacrum of a chest of drawers in one corner was really Bott's bed, where the seer reposed at night, and which, tilted up against the wall during the day, contained the rank bedclothes, long innocent of the wash-tub. There were a dozen or so of cane-bottom chairs, a little table for a lamp, but no other furniture.
Mr Bott was aware that his great patron had in some sort changed his opinion about Miss Vavasor, and he was of course disposed to change his own. A fortnight since Alice might have been as delicate as she pleased in Mr Bott's estimation. "I hope you do not consider Lady Glencora delicate," said Alice to Mr Palliser. "She is not robust," said the husband. "By no means," said Mrs Marsham.
The latter, who was always ready to purchase choice violins, after vainly trying for a long time to induce the Springers to bring it to New York, called with Farr upon Mrs. Springer and asked to examine it. To his utter astonishment she produced for his inspection Bott's long-lost Stradivarius.
Next morning he was brought before Magistrate Flammer in the Jefferson Market Police Court and the violin was taken out of its case, which the police had sealed. At this, the first hearing in this extraordinary case, Mrs. Bott, of course, identified the violin positively as "The Duke of Cambridge," and several other persons testified that, in substance, it was Bott's celebrated violin.
It's good English. Quite as good as Mr Bott's, when he said in the House the other night that the Government kept their accounts in a higgledy-piggledy way. You see, I have been studying the debates, and you shouldn't be angry with me." "I am not angry with you. You speak like a child to say so. Then, I suppose, the carriage must go for Mrs Marsham after it has taken you?" "It shall go before.
If he came into power, as come he must, according to Mr Bott and many others, then they who had acknowledged the new light before its brightness had been declared, might expect their reward. Vavasor, as he passed through the lobby to the door of the House, leaning on Mr Bott's arm, was very silent.
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