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Fitz went away as pleased as Punch with this encomium of the great Mirobolant, and was one of those who voted against the decreasing of Mirobolant's salary, when the measure was proposed by Mr. Parings, Colonel Close, and the Screw party in the committee of the club. Faithful to the promise of his great master, the youthful Cavalcadour called in Lilliput Street the next day.
"I have two leetl menus weez me," said Cavalcadour to Mrs. Gashleigh. "Minews yes, oh, indeed?" answered the lady. "Two little cartes." "Oh, two carts! Oh, we," she said. "Coming, I suppose?" And she looked out of the window to see if they were there. Cavalcadour smiled.
"If you please, Madame, we will go down below and examine the scene of operations," Monsieur Cavalcadour said; and so he was marshalled down the stairs to the kitchen, which he didn't like to name, and appeared before the cook in all his splendor. He cast a rapid glance round the premises, and a smile of something like contempt lighted up his features.
A young friend and protege of his, of considerable merit, M. Cavalcadour, happened to be disengaged through the lamented death of Lord Hauncher, with whom young Cavalcadour had made his debut as an artist. He had nothing to refuse to his master, Mirobolant, and would impress himself to be useful to a gourmet so distinguished as Monsieur Timmins.
Gashleigh, indignantly; "never in a Christian ENGLISH household; never shall such sinful waste be permitted by ME. If you wish me to dine, Rosa, you must get a dinner less EXPENSIVE. The Right Honorable Lord Fortyskewer could dine, sir, without these wicked luxuries, and I presume my daughter's guests can." "Madame is perfectly at liberty to decide," said M. Cavalcadour.
"Madame, they are to make the stock of the clear soup," Mr. Cavalcadour said. "WHAT!" cried Mrs. Gashleigh; and the cook repeated his former expression. "Never, whilst I am in this house," cried out Mrs.
"Il n'y a point d'obligation, Madame," said Monsieur Alcide Camille Cavalcadour in his most superb manner; and, making a splendid bow to the lady of the house, was respectfully conducted to the upper regions by little Buttons, leaving Rosa frightened, the cook amazed and silent, and Mrs. Gashleigh boiling with indignation against the dresser. Up to that moment, Mrs.
Cavalcadour continued, not heeding this interruption, and as bold as a captain on his own quarter-deck: "for the stock of clear soup, you will get a leg of beef, a leg of veal, and a ham." "We, munseer," said the cook, dropping a terrified curtsy: "a leg of beef, a leg of veal, and a ham." "You can't serve a leg of veal at a party," said Mrs. Gashleigh; "and a leg of beef is not a company dish."
Timmins. Her mamma and she had been just having a dispute about the gooseberry-cream when Cavalcadour arrived. His presence silenced Mrs.
Blowser, the cook, who had come out of Devonshire with Mrs. But after the visit of Cavalcadour, the cook became quite discontented and uneasy in her mind. She talked in a melancholy manner over the area-railings to the cooks at twenty-three and twenty-five. She stepped over the way, and conferred with the cook there.
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