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Updated: May 12, 2025
They stood in a clear night-air, under a yellowing crescent, listening to the voice of an imperial woman. Impressed as he was, Braintop had, nevertheless, leisure to look out of his vinous mist and notice, with some misgiving, a parading light at a certain distance apparently the light of cigarettes being freshly kindled.
"Do see," she pursued, "how differently he bows from the other men, though it is only dance music. Oh, how his ears are torn by that violoncello! He wants to shriek: he bears it!" She threw a piteous glance across the agitated instruments, and Braintop was led to inquire: "Is he anything particular?"
On the dark lawn, pressing Wilfrid's written words for fiery nourishment to her heart, Emilia listened to the singing. "Why do people make a noise, and not be satisfied to feel?" she said angrily to Braintop, as a great clapping of hands followed a divine aria. Her ideas on this point would have been different in the room.
Wounded by his audacious irreverence toward the walls behind which his beloved was sheltered, Wilfrid crossed and stared at the intruder. It proved to be Braintop. "How do you do, sir! no! that can't be the house," stammered Braintop, with a very earnest scrutiny. "What house? what do you want?" enquired Wilfrid.
For, when little Belloni was in the ship, ye know, and she thinkin', 'not one of my friends near to wave a handkerchief! behold, there's that boy Braintop just as by maguc, and he wavin' his best, which is a cambric, and a present from myself, and precious wet that night, ye might swear; for the quiet lovers, Mr. Pow's, they cry, they do, buckutsful!"
It may be I do not know Pole has left a little of your money; yes, ma'am, it may be." The end of the interview saw Mrs. Chump flying past Mr. Pericles to where Braintop stood awaiting her with a meditative speculation on that official promotion which in his attention to the lady he anticipated.
A looking-glass for their pockets! ha! ha! hooh!" Luckily the farce demanded laughter, or those parts of the pit which had not known Braintop would have been indignant. Mr. Pole became more and more possessed by the fun, as the contrast of Braintop's abject humiliation with this glaring testimony to his conceit tickled him. He laughed till he complained of hunger.
"And what has become of her?" was asked. Braintop stated that she had returned to London, and, blushing, confessed that he had given her his return ticket. Georgiana here interposed to save him from the awful encomiums of Mrs. Chump, by desiring to know whether Emilia seemed unhappy or distressed.
"Jenkinson," was the name that won the honour of rescuing Braintop from this dilemma. "No; it is Lady Gosstre's house: Miss Belloni is living there; and stop: you know her. Just wait, and take in two or three words from me, and notice particularly how she is looking, and the dress she wears. You can say say that Mrs. Chump sent you to enquire after Miss Belloni's health."
"Free to-morrow," he repeated, with a glance at his watch under a lamp: and thus he soliloquized: "What a time that fellow is! Yes, I can be free to-morrow if I will. I wonder what the deuce Gambier had to do in Monmouthshire. If he has been playing with my sister's reputation, he shall have short shrift. That fellow Braintop sees her now my little Emilia! my bird!
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