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On Setarday nicht he was gaen aboot hostin', an' spittin', an' sayin' ilky noo an' than, "Ay, Bawbie; it's a fine nicht the nicht." He sweepit oot ahent the washin' soda barrel twa-three times; then he rowed up the tnock that ticht that she's never steered a meenit sin' syne.
We had to hover a blink till Mistress Mikaver ran ben the hoose for a knife to Mey Mershell. "Mester Bowden 'ill say the grace noo," says Aleck; an' Sandy was on his feet like the shot o' a gun, hostin' to clear his throat. I dreedit he wud mak' a gutter o't somewey or ither, an' so I keepit my een open. Sandy shut his, an' so did a' the rest.
Before she had been three times to her brother's lodgings, John Thomas, the footman, had contrived despite his utter ignorance of the French tongue to discover who were the occupants of No. 7, and had ascertained that Mr. Austin, the painter, was one of them. "Who'd have thought of her coming to see that chap Hostin?" said John Thomas to the coachman. "That's a rum start, ain't it?"
'Mossoo and Madame Hostin? comprenny? and he says, 'Ya-ase, and then bursts out laughing, and looks as proud as a hen that's just laid a hegg Ya-ase, Mossoo et Madame." George Fairfax and Clarissa met very frequently after that ball at the Embassy. It happened that they knew the same people; Mr.
"Life is made up of rum starts, John Thomas," replied the coachman sententiously. "Is there a Mrs. Hostin, do you know?" "Yes, he's got a wife. I found that out from the porter, though the blessed old buffer can't speak anything but his French gibberish. 'Madame? I said, bawling into his stupid old ear.
There was a fell feck o' hostin', an' ow-ayin', an' so on; so I cam' my wa's hame afore aucht o'clock, for I was juist sittin' on heckle-pins thinkin' ilka meenit Sandy wud be comin' thrash in on's, roarin' he'd set the parafin cask afeyre.
Sandy was quite open to lat him try his hand; so Bandy says, "Has ony o' you lads a twa-shilliny bit?" There was a gude deal o' hostin' an' heid-clawin' at this question, ilka lad lookin' at his neeper as muckle as to say, "I've naething but half-soverins i' the noo."
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