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The incident serves to diversify the narrative, and may be taken from his own London experiences, while the particular merriment of the rhyme is Borrow's; but it is not of the essence of the book, and fits only indifferently into the mysterious "Arabian Nights" London, the city of the gallant Ardry and the old apple-woman who called him "dear" and called Moll Flanders "blessed Mary Flanders."
"By my shoul, sir, it's an ignorant beast I'm thinking ye. It was not humanity I was speaking of, but the humanities, which have nothing at all to do with it." Then turning to Frank, he demanded, "Was it not yourself, Mr. Francis Ardry, that told me, when you took the liberty of introducing this person to me, that he was addicted to philosophy, prosody, and what not?"
"Yes," said Francis Ardry starting from his reverie; "everything has been arranged; even a leader has been chosen, at least for us of Ireland, upon the whole the most suitable man in the world for the occasion a barrister of considerable talent, mighty voice, and magnificent impudence. I demanded.
Est-ce bien ainsi que vous traitez vos amis? said she passionately, as Francis Ardry lifted up his whip. 'Bon jour, Monsieur, bon jour, said she, thrusting her head from the side and looking back, as Francis Ardry drove off at the rate of thirteen miles an hour. The milestone The meditation Want to get up? The off-hand leader Sixteen shillings The near-hand wheeler All right.
"Dear me," said I, "I thought I heard you say, that there was nothing like it!" "Like what?" said Francis Ardry. "Dog-fighting, to be sure," said I. "Pooh," said Francis Ardry; "who but the gross and unrefined care anything for dog-fighting? That which at present engages my waking and sleeping thoughts is love divine love there is nothing like that.
So Francis Ardry came to see me, and right glad I was to see him, for I had just flung my books and papers aside, and was wishing for a little social converse; and when we had conversed for some little time together, Francis Ardry proposed that we should go to the play to see Kean; so we went to the play, and saw—not Kean, who at that time was ashamed to show himself, but—a man who was not ashamed to show himself, and who people said was a much better man than Kean—as I have no doubt he was—though whether he was a better actor I cannot say, for I never saw Kean.
Francis Ardry His Misfortunes Dog and Lion Fight Great Men of the World. A few days after the circumstance which I have last commemorated, it chanced that, as I was standing at the door of the inn, one of the numerous stage-coaches which were in the habit of stopping there, drove up, and several passengers got down.
I was aware that Francis Ardry was an excellent fellow; but, on that very account, I felt, under existing circumstances, a delicacy in visiting him. It is very possible that he had an inkling of how matters stood, as he presently began to talk of my affairs and prospects.
"Why, for serving out as you did that poor silly captain. I think what he got will satisfy him for a time. No more talk about Bishop Sharpe for a week at least. Come, come along, both of you. The stand is close by, and I'll drive you myself." "Will you ride?" said I to Francis Ardry. "No," said Frank. "Then come alone. Where shall I drive you?"
Francis Ardry and myself dined together, and after dinner partook of a bottle of the best port which the inn afforded.
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