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I don't marry unless I have things comfortable about me, furniture, and all that. While you were in your tantrums, George, I once went to see William Brisket's house." " William Brisket!" said Robinson. Perhaps, he was wrong in using such a phrase, but it must be confessed that he was sorely tried.
Maryanne had long since given in her adhesion to Mr. Brisket's theory; but now, weary with repetition of the lesson, she was disposed to rebel. "Now, William Brisket," she said, "just listen to me. If you talk to me again about seeing your way, you may go and see it by yourself. I'm not so badly off that I'm going to have myself twitted at in that way.
In a following chapter of these memoirs it will be necessary to go back for a while to the domestic life of some of the persons concerned, and the fact of Mr. Brisket's presence at the opening of the house will then be explained. In the meantime the gentle reader is entreated to take it for granted that Mr. William Brisket was actually there, standing on the left hand of Mr.
There was my wife at Brisket's, in Aldersgate Street, yesterday, and we all know what that means." "What does it mean?" demanded Robinson, scowling fearfully. "Would you hint to me that she is false?" "False! No! she's not false that I know of. She's ready enough to have you, if you can put yourself right with the old man. But if you can't, why, of course, she's not to wait till her hair's grey.
The gentleman with the mottled face was indeed no other than Mr. Brisket, the purveyor of meat, for whose arms Mrs. McCockerell had destined the charms of her younger daughter. Conduct baser than that of Mrs. Jones on this occasion is not perhaps recorded in history. She was no friend of Brisket's. She had it not at heart to forward her mother's views.
How far Brisket's eyes were open on this matter cannot now be said; but he still expressed himself willing to take one hundred pounds in cash, and the remainder of Maryanne's fortune in the bill of the firm at three months. And then Mr. Brisket made a third visit to Bishopsgate Street.
Under her skilful hands, aided by a few suggestions of Captain Brisket's, the Fair Emily was in the short space of twenty minutes transformed into one of the most luxurious yachts that ever sailed the seas. Mr. Chalk's heart failed him as he listened. His thoughts were with his partners in the enterprise, and he trembled as he thought of their comments. "It will do Mrs.
"Got a master?" demanded Captain Brisket, with growing excitement. "Don't tell me you've got a master." "Why not?" growled Mr. Stobell, who, having by this time arrived at the cheese, felt that he had more leisure for conversation. "Because," shouted the other, hitting the table a thump with his fist that upset half his whisky "because if you haven't Bill Brisket's your man."
"I thought that it was just curiosity on Brisket's part. It surprised me that he had been observing you and Tredgold so closely; that was all." "Pity you didn't tell us," exclaimed Tredgold, harshly. "We might have been prepared, then." "You ought to have told us at once," said Stobell. Mr. Chalk agreed.
Now about this five hundred pound; if I could only see my way ." As to the good sense of Mr. Brisket's remarks, there was no difference of opinion between him and his intended wife. Miss Brown would at that time have been quite contented to enter into partnership for life on those terms.
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