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For the uninitiated I have only to add, that "skip" is the Trinity College appellation for servant, which was therefore employed by Mr. Cudmore, on this occasion, as expressing more contemptuously his sense of the degradation of the office attempted to be put upon him. Having already informed my reader on some particulars of the company, I leave him to suppose how Mr.
"Is it for the kettle, ma'am?" said Cudmore, with a voice that startled the whole room, disconcerting three whist parties, and so absorbing the attention of the people at loo, that the pool disappeared without any one being able to account for the circumstance. "Is it for the kettle, ma'am?" "If you will be so very kind," lisped the hostess.
Four hours later, in the early dusk, Parson Jack stepped into the street, after shaking hands with Major Bromham at the door. What is more, the Major stood bareheaded in the doorway for some moments, and stared after him. Dick had echoed Lawyer Cudmore once that day; it was now the Major's turn to echo Dick. "That's a white man," he muttered to himself.
"Well, then, upon my conscience, you are impudent," said Cudmore, with his face crimsoned to the ears, and his eyes flashing fire. "Why, Mr. Cudmore," began the lady, "why, really, this is so strange. Why sir, what can you mean?" "Just that," said the imperturbable jib, who now that his courage was up, dared every thing. "But sir, you must surely have misunderstood me.
Cudmore, remained perfectly silent, and apparently terrified. The noise, the din of voices, and the laughing, so completely addled him, that he was like one in a very horrid dream.
"Confound me if I can." "Well. I see, Mr. Cudmore, you are really too innocent for these people. But come it shall never be said that youth and inexperience ever suffered from the unworthy ridicule and cold sarcasm of the base world, while Tom O'Flaherty stood by a spectator.
Cudmore had only been engaged in that species of tesselating which furnishes the pavement so celebrated in the lower regions, I know not; but true it is, that he retired that night to his chamber very much discomfited at his debut in the great world, and half disposed to believe that nature had neither intended him for a Brummel nor a D'Orsay.
Poor Peter rummaged one pocket, then another discovering at last three pence in copper, and some farthings, with which he seemed endeavouring to make a composition with his creditor for twelve shillings in the pound; when Mrs. Clan's patience finally becoming exhausted, she turned towards Mr. Cudmore, the only unemployed person she could perceive, and with her blandest smile said, "Mr.
Mrs. Clanfrizzle screamed the old ladies accompanied her the young ones tittered the men laughed and, in a word, poor Cudmore, perfectly unconscious of any thing extraordinary, felt himself the admired of all admirers, very little, it is true, to his own satisfaction.
I only asked for the kettle, Mr. Cudmore." "The devil a more," said Cud, with a sneer. "Well, then, of course" "Well, then, I'll tell you, of course," said he, repeating her words; "the sorrow taste of the kettle, I'll give you. Call you own skip Blue Pether there damn me, if I'll be your skip any longer."
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