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Ladies, I'm sorry Miss Bursal and Mr. Bursal are come just coming upstairs. Mrs. Talb. Then, will you be so good, sir, as to unlock this door? Waiter. It must be bolted on the inside. Chambermaid! Sally! Are you within there? Unbolt this door. Mr. Bursal's voice behind the scenes. Mr. Burs. Let me have a basin of good soup directly. Waiter.
Nay, what do I talk of to-morrow? isn't my Lady Piercefield and suite expected? and, moreover, Mr. and Miss Bursal's to be here, and will call for as much in an hour as your civil-spoken young lady in a twelvemonth, I reckon. So, Mr.
You are going on, I suppose, ma'am? Not if she could help it; but there's no beds, since Mr. Bursal and Miss Bursal's come. Landlord. I say nothing, for it is vain to say more. But isn't it a pity she can't stay for the Montem, poor old lady! Her son as good and fine a lad as ever you saw they say, has a chance, too, of being captain. She may never live to see another such a sight. Farm.
Since you have left it and have felt something of the difference that is made in this world between splendour and no splendour, you have never regretted that you did not stay there, and that you did not bear more patiently with Miss Bursal's little airs? Louisa. Never for a moment.
Keep out of my hearing, Wheeler, lest I should spoil sport. But never fear: you'll please Bursal sooner than I shall. I can't, for the soul of me, bring myself to say that Bursal's not purse-proud, and you can. Give you joy. Burs. A choice electioneerer! ha! ha! ha! Wheel. He! he! he! a choice electioneerer, as you say. Lord J. There was a time, Talbot Talb.
Now, indeed, I know that, without being avaricious, we may want, and wish for money. Landlady. Waiter! Miss Bursal's curricle, and Mr. Bursal's vis-a-vis. Run! see that the Dolphin's empty. I say run! run! Mrs. Talb. I will rest for a few moments upon the sofa, in this bedchamber, before we set off. They have bolted or locked it. How unlucky! Enter WAITER. Waiter.
No, indeed, mamma; she is in earnest; are not you, Louisa? Oh, say yes! Louisa. Yes. Violet. YES, mamma; do you hear YES? Louisa. If Lady Piercefield will trust you to my care, I am persuaded that I should be much happier as your governess, my good little Violetta, than as an humble dependent of Miss Bursal's. Mrs.
Won't it? Well, then, my watch must go. Landlord. Nay, nay! but you are in such a hurry to pay you won't hear a man. Half this is enough for your share o' the mischief, in all conscience. Mr. Wheeler, there, had the horse on the same day. Wheel. But Bursal's my witness Talb. Oh, say no more about witnesses; a man's conscience is always his best witness, or his worst.
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