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Didn't Mr What's-his-name, our man of business, say that there was a considerable balance at the banker's, and that if the What-d'ee-call-'em mines paid a reasonable dividend, we should easily get over our difficulties?" "He said something of that sort, I believe," replied Mrs Stoutley, with a sigh.
"Now, I'll go visit young Mr Lawrence and Mrs Stoutley, and to-morrow I'll bring my kit, take possession of my berth, and you and I shall sail in company, I hope, and be messmates for some time to come." In one of the many mansions of the "west end" of London, a lady reclined one morning on a sofa wishing that it were afternoon. She was a middle-aged, handsome, sickly lady.
"I did not know that you were to be here, Netta?" said Emma, in surprise, as she entered. "It was a very sudden call, Miss," said Netta, with a smile. "Captain Wopper wrote a note to me, begging me to ask Mrs Stoutley to be so good as lend me to him for a day to help at his house-warming. Here is the letter, Miss."
He got into a railway company, I believe, and became a rich man married a lady, I'm told, and changed his name to Stoutley, so 'tis said, not thinkin' his right name suitable to his circumstances, which, to say truth, it wasn't, because he was very thin.
"Go 'head! nev'r s'die s'l'ng's th'r's shot 'n th' locker!" replied the Captain, in the tone of a man who would rather avoid speaking, if possible. "What a face you've got, Stoutley!" said the artist. "You're another!" replied Lewis, with a horrible grin. "Allons!" exclaimed the guide, bending once more against the storm. Once, for a few minutes, the wind ceased and the clouds lifted.
But here come two friends who are better able to give an opinion on the point than I am." "What may the pint be?" asked Captain Wopper, with a genial smile, as if he were ready to tackle anything from a pint of beer to a "pint" of the compass. "Only state your case, Mrs Stoutley, an' the Professor here, he'll act the judge, an' I'll be the jury."
"How very reckless," said Mrs Stoutley, "and how shamefully regardless of the feelings of his mother, for of course if he had a mother, and if she were a woman of right feeling, she must have been horrified!"
"Captain Wopper," said Mrs Stoutley one morning, towards the end of their stay in Switzerland, Lewis having been pronounced sufficiently restored to travel homeward by easy stages, "I have sent for you to ask you to do me a favour to give me your advice your " Here, to the Captain's amazement, not to say consternation, Mrs Stoutley's voice trembled, and she burst into tears.
Mrs Stoutley had particularly small feet, a circumstance which might have induced her, more than other ladies, to wear easy boots; but owing to some unaccountable perversity of mental constitution, she deemed this a good reason for having her boots made unusually tight.
Sinking into a couch in her private sitting-room, Mrs Stoutley resigned herself to Susan's care, and, while she was having her boots taken off, said with a sigh: "Well, here we are at last. What do you think of Chamouni, Susan?" "Rather a wet place, ma'am; ain't it?" With a languid smile, Mrs Stoutley admitted that it was, but added, by way of encouragement that it was not always so.
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