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That was the year we omitted Newport and Saratoga, for a wonder," he added, conveying the idea, in a look to Mr. Chiffield, that such an omission was a marvel in their annual experiences. "You love the Falls, I suppose?" said Mr. Chiffield. "Oh! not much. I think they're dreadfully overrated." Clementina was determined not to be won too cheaply.
"You miserable thief!" continued his matrimonial partner, aiming a blow at him, which he playfully parried; "why didn't you tell me you were a beggar?" "Why? Because you didn't ask me. For that matter, why didn't you or your father tell me that you were beggars?" "Poor, dear wifey!" said the emollient Chiffield. "None of your 'poor dears' to my daughter, you jailbird!" screamed Mr. Whedell.
They had arrived on the door steps at the same moment, coming from different directions. Mr. Whedell received Chiffield with his heartiest grip, and inflicted only a mild squeeze on the hand of Maltboy, whose appearance at that time he considered decidedly unfortunate. The father thought he had observed in Clementina signs of preference for that corpulent young lawyer.
"Generous father-in-law!" thought Chiffield. "He knows that I am ruined. Yet how nobly he treats me! I may cast away all reserve now." "It would be an affectation, sir," said Chiffield, aloud, "to pretend that I do not understand to whom you refer, my dear father-in-law." "The glorious fellow!" thought Mr. Whedell. "He guesses what I am about to disclose, and yet calls me a dear father-in-law."
Observing the two officers, headed by an excited individual, going into Mr. Whedell's house, it occurred, to his benevolent heart that that gentleman must be in trouble. He also felt moved by a desire to hear of his old flame for such she now seemed at the remote distance of six weeks, of whose marriage with Mr. Chiffield he had read in the papers with the utmost complacency.
One night I danced eight waltzes, six polkas, four quadrilles, three fancy dances, and wound up, at five o'clock, with the German." "Wonderful!" observed Chiffield, not knowing what else to say. "Perhaps you think I was tired? Oh! not a particle. It was got up on short notice, but perfectly charming, I assure you.
Whedell knew could be inflicted only by a creditor. It would not do to admit his son-in-law into his budget of family secrets just yet. So he said: "Now, Chiffield, you must need some rest. Let me not detain you, my dear fellow. Your room is on the first floor. I'll show it to you." Mr. Whedell snatched a carpet bag out of the hand of his son-in-law, and hurried up stairs with him.
It is a safe adage, and Chiffield quoted it intrepidly. "True true!" replied Mr. Whedell. "Money is but a small item in the sum of earthly happiness. Take the institution of marriage, for example. What gives to that institution its blessedness love, or money?" "Love," responded the unhesitating Chiffield.
"So I think," said Chiffield, delighted to speak his real sentiments this time; "though everybody is obliged to praise 'em, because that's the fashion." "But, though the Falls a'n't much, I must say the balls and hops are delightful. The fresh air there seems to give one strength to dance all night without a bit of fatigue.
The sight of those beautiful coins seemed to reconcile the wretched man to life. Mr. Whedell was about to thank his preserver most profusely, and Mrs. Chiffield to burst into a new torrent, when Matthew, to avoid these demonstrations, rose, opened the door, and let in the pack of hungry creditors. Now Matthew had, in these fleeting fifteen minutes, thought up no plan of settlement.
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