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Mel admitted them into the parlour, bowing much above the level of many of the heads that passed her. Assembled were Messrs. Barnes, Kilne, and Grossby, whom we know; Mr. Doubleday, the ironmonger; Mr. Joyce, the grocer; Mr. Perkins, commonly called Lawyer Perkins; Mr. Welbeck, the pier-master of Lymport; Bartholomew Fiske; Mr.
Confess to me that, in spite of your children, you are tempted to howl at the idea of Lymport The Countess paused, and like a lady about to fire off a gun, appeared to tighten her nerves, crying out rapidly: 'Shop! Shears! Geese! Cabbage! Snip! Nine to a man! Even as the silence after explosions of cannon, that which reigned in the room was deep and dreadful.
Whether she would have continued her efforts, had she known that the name of Evan Harrington was then blazing on a shop-front in Lymport, I cannot tell. The possessor of the name was in love, and did not reflect.
Harrington had claims to rank as a gentlewoman. That is, her father was a lawyer of Lymport. The lawyer, however, since we must descend the genealogical tree, was known to have married his cook, who was the lady's mother. Now Mr.
Raikes not being the man to spare them. Moreover, a surprise was afforded to Evan. Andrew stated to Old Tom that the hospitality of Main Street, Lymport, was open to him. Strange to say, Old Tom accepted it on the spot, observing, 'You're master of the house can do what you like, if you 're man enough, and adding that he thanked him, and would come in a day or two. The case of Mr.
Providence had answered her numerous petitions, but in its own way. Stipulating that she must swallow this pill, Providence consented to serve her. She swallowed it with her wonted courage. In half an hour subsequent to her arrival at Lymport, she laid siege to the heart of Old Tom Cogglesby, whom she found installed in the parlour, comfortably sipping at a tumbler of rum-and-water.
Notwithstanding her calmness, the thoughts of Lymport had sickened her soul, and it was only for the sake of her children, and from a sense of the dishonesty of spending a farthing of the money belonging, as she conceived, to the creditors, that she had consented to go. 'I see your motive, Mr. Cogglesby, she observed. 'Your measures are disconcerted.
It was the evening of the second day since the arrival of the black letter in London from Lymport, and the wife of the brewer and the wife of the Major sat dropping tears into one another's laps, in expectation of their sister the Countess. Mr. Andrew Cogglesby had not yet returned from his office.
The foolish youth asked her if she could be cold on such a night. 'No, I'm not cold, she replied, drawing closer over her lap the ends of a shawl which would in that period have been thought rather gaudy for her station. 'You were going to Lymport? 'Yes, Lymport's nearest, I think. 'And why were you out travelling at this hour? She dropped her head, and began rocking to right and left.
Should she entertain scruples which I may have it in my power to obliterate, I shall not hesitate to do so but only to her. What has passed between us I hold sacred. 'Hark at that! shouted Harry. 'The damned tradesman means money! You ass, Ferdinand! What did we go to Lymport for? Not to bandy words. Here! I've got my own quarrel with you, Harrington.
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