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In the few minutes that had elapsed since the retirement of Chiffield, Mr. Whedell had privately determined to give up everything to his creditors, leaving them to divide the spoils among themselves, and then to go out, expend his last quarter on a dose of poison, and end his existence. This resolution, suddenly taken, imparted preternatural composure both to his mind and his face.
By noon to-day I shall be turned out of this house. And, by Jove! I'm glad of it, for then I shall get rid of you." During this adagio passage, the speaker shook his fist within a few inches of Chiffield's nose. The summery Chiffield answered, with a hearty laugh: "I see," said he; "it's a regular sell on both sides.
You have a good view of the house in this picture." "Tasty," said Chiffield. Mr. Whedell and Maltboy had not lost a word of this conversation, though they had been mutually boring each other with complex sentences about national politics. Happily, the discussion required no mental effort, and left them both free to hear and make mental comments on the dialogue that buzzed across the way. Mr.
Chiffield bowed his gracious acknowledgment of the handsome historical allusion. "How is Erie, Mr. Chiffield?" "Looking up." "Sure of it?" "A leading Wall-street man told me, this afternoon, it would advance three per cent. this week. I have a slight interest in watching it," said Mr. Chiffield, smiling. "So have I," said Mr. Whedell, smiling also.
He looked appealingly at Maltboy. So did Mrs. Chiffield. "My dear friend," said Mr. Whedell, "I find myself, at an advanced period of life, in this cold world, deserted, penniless. You are the only person living that I can call by the sacred name of friend. I have already experienced your noble bounty in a loan of two hundred dollars."
Whedell was up and dressed before six o'clock, and was watching for the expected carriage, through the window blinds of his apartment. He ran down to the door with juvenile briskness to receive the returning ones. Mrs. Chiffield looked pale and jaded. Her hair was carelessly arranged, and her bonnet awry unerring indications of fathomless female misery.
Chiffield this morning?" The daughter laughed bitterly again. "I tell you, father," said she, "that this man is the meanest creature that walks OB two legs. He has not spent fifty dollars on both of us, during our absence. As for me, I have never got a cent from him, though I have dropped a thousand hints about new bonnets, dresses, and jewelry." "Gracious heavens!" cried Mr.
There were only two fiddles, and sometimes the noise of the Falls would almost drown the music. The fiddlers had to scrape so hard, that they gave out about three o'clock, and we had to give up the dancing, and go home, very much disappointed." "Unlucky, indeed!" interjected Chiffield. "But the next night we had two extra fiddlers.
Chiffield obtained a divorce from the bonds of matrimony, but had not married again at last accounts; and that Matthew Maltboy, Esq., on looking over the whole episode of his acquaintance with the Whedells thanked his stars that he had got out of their entanglements on the reasonable terms of three hundred dollars.
Chiffield, who had been listening in the entry, and could contain herself no longer, rushed into the room, and, brandishing a small clenched hand in the face of her laughing spouse, forcibly observed: "You sneaking, swindling, cheating, lying, black-hearted, ill-looking pauper, scoundrel, and vagabond!" "Very prettily said," remarked the imperturbable Chiffield.
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