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"Of coorse it's difficult if it bothers me," retorted Mrs. Chump, divided between that view of the case and contempt of Braintop for being on her own level. "Do you see, we are not to say 'Dear' anything, or 'Ladies, or in short, really, if you come to think, ma'am!" "Is that a woman's business, Mr. Braintop?" said Mrs. Chump, as from a height; and the youth retired in humiliation.
Get it yourself, don't rely on the porter. And bring it yourself, you understand the importance? What is your name?" "Braintop," replied the youth, with the modesty of one whose name has been too frequently subjected to puns. "I think I never heard so singular a name in my life," Mr. Pole ejaculated seriously. "Braintop! It'll always make me think of brandy. What are you waiting for now?"
Braintop thought rapidly over what he might possibly have been thinking of; and having put a file of ideas into the past, said, with the air of a man who delicately suggests a subtlety: "It has struck me, ma'am, that perhaps 'Girls' might begin very well. To be sure 'Dear girls' is the best, if you would consent to it." "Take another glass of wine, Mr. Braintop," Mrs. Chump nodded.
Pericles?" he queried, while Mrs. Chump was giving him the reasons for the immediate visit to Brookfield. "They're cap'tal friends again, ye know, Mr. Pow's, Mr. Paricles and Pole; and Pole's quite set up, and yesterday mornin' sends me two thousand pounds not a penny less! and ye'll believe me, I was in a stiff gape for five minutes when Mr. Braintop shows the money.
and hung on the last note, to be sure that she would be heard by him. Braintop saw the cigarette dash into sparks on the grass. At the same moment a snarl of critical vituperation told Emilia that she had offended taste and her father. He shouted her name, and, striding up to her, stumbled over Braintop, whom he caught with one hand, while the other fell firmly on Emilia.
"Yes, but he might laugh, all the same." And Mr. Pole gave Emilia the sound advice: "Mind you never marry a fellow who can't laugh." Braintop saw Emilia smile. Then, in an instant, her face changed its expression to one of wonder and alarm, and her hands clasped together tightly. What on earth was the matter with her?
Paricles has got her at last. That's certain. Gall'ns of tears has poor Mr. Braintop cried over it, bein' one of the mew-in-a-corner sort of young men, ye know, what never win the garl, but cry enough to float her and the lucky fella too, and off they go, and he left on the shore." Merthyr looked impatiently out of the window. His wounds throbbed and his forehead was moist. "With Mr.
I'm equal to her: show her in. When you fetch the Braintop and biscuit, call me to the door. You understand." The youth affected meekly to enjoy this fiery significance given to his name, and said that he understood, without any doubt. He retired, and in a few moments ushered in Emilia Belloni. Mr.
And why it was so frightful as to be tragic, you will know presently. He thought of the arrival of Braintop, freighted with brandy, as the only light in the mist, and breathing heavily from his nose, almost snorting the air he took in from a widened mouth, he sat and tried to listen to her words as well as for Braintop's feet.
Here from my glass o' good Porrt to your tumbler of horrud acud vin'gar. Bless the boy! he don't begin." She stamped her foot. Braintop, in desperation, made a plunge at the paper. Looking over his shoulder in a delighted eagerness, she suddenly gave it a scornful push. "'Dear!" she exclaimed. "You're dearin' them, absurd young man I'm not the woman to I dear 'em not at the starrt!
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