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And this young Lord Hardy was in love with Lady Charlotte; and Mr. Camply, a very lively young gentleman, his friend, was in love with Lady Harriet and Lady Brumpton locked the two young ladies up, and would not let them be seen by their lovers. But there at last they contrived, by the help of old Trusty, who had their real guardian's consent for it, both to get away; and Lady Harriet married Mr.
I stood there holding the bombardon, letting him go on, till all at once he told me that I was no more good in my company and I had come sneaking to the band to try and get taken on there, but that I was of no use at all, and he'd soon put a stop to my practising with the men; and that I was " Brumpton stopped, and wiped his face again. "Well, let's have it!" cried Jerry, excitedly.
Teachum ceased, and left her little scholars to reflect on what she had been saying; when Miss Jenny Peace declared, for her part, that she could feel the truth of her governess's observations; for she had rather be the innocent Lord Hardy, though she was to have but that one shilling in the world which was so insolently offered him as his father's last legacy, than be the Lady Brumpton, even though she had possessed the fortune she so treacherously endeavoured to obtain.
A loud cough, the twinkling of Mr Wilkins' spectacles, and a peculiar clearing of the voice, which made Sergeant Brumpton, who had been hard at work making ominous sounds on the bombardon, turn his head and smile at Dick then standing in his place waiting to begin and making him lower his head to examine the music; for, if he had smiled there, just in front of the bandmaster, it must have been seen, and taken as an insult.
It did look rather comic." "To you, my lad to you; but it's death to me! I shall be turned out of the regiment on a pension. Me going out on a pension at my time of life! But it must come." "Don't let it," said Dick. "You're a young man yet." "Yes; six-and-thirty, Smithson that's all." "Well, will you let me speak plainly, Mr Brumpton?"
When you were ten times as bad, you never used to look so down and say you would never get right again!" Jerry looked at Brumpton as he delivered himself of this oracular speech, and the fat sergeant declared that he was right; but Dick did not believe either of them. "I've got some news for you, too." "Look here," said Brumpton. "I must be off. Stop with him as long as you can, Jerry Brigley.
Brumpton rolled his eyes about, but stood still. "I would not do that, man; you can't see behind you. Are you aware that the back seams of your jacket are opening out?" "No, sir, but they will do it." "Then why the dickens don't you train and get rid of some of that superfluous fat? There, you can't stop on parade. Go and get your jacket mended."
You think, then, they might ketch him?" "I do," said the sergeant, "sooner or later. They're sure to. Well, I must be off. I've got my own troubles to think about without his." "Good-bye, sergeant," said Jerry, with a friendly nod, and Brumpton went on, while Jerry's whole expression changed.
"Morning," said Brumpton, rather gruffly, as he halted in front of Jerry, with his battered bombardon in his hand, evidently on his way from the band-room to the sergeants' quarters. "Any news? Ain't come back, I s'pose?" said Jerry. "No; he won't come back till he's brought," said Brumpton rather sternly. Then, suddenly, "I told you about my bit of a row with Wilkins?" Jerry nodded.
"Wonderfully, my lad wonderfully! Men showed up well this morning," he continued, seating himself. "Capitally," said Dick. "Couldn't hear what the colonel said, could you?" "Every word." "But you couldn't see, could you?" said the sergeant, appealingly. "Oh, yes; two great slits, with the stuffing coming out." Brumpton groaned.
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