"Private? Then it oughtn't to be that's all I say. But what in thunder are ye doing it for?" "Oh, get you gone, man!" groaned Clatworthy. "I've an appointment to keep!" "Not in that state, sure-ly?" "No, sir! But how am I to get out of this and dress, till you lead off the women?
By this time, you must know, the light had fallen dim, but with the moon rising and the sun not gone altogether. "Madam! Dear madam!" said Dr. Clatworthy, and was pressing her, polite as a lamb, towards the nearest arbour to seat her there and persuade her.
"The fun of it is," said Miss Sophia to Ma'amselle Julie ten minutes later, as they were staining their pretty lips with the juice of the black mazzards, "that if Dr. Clatworthy doesn't appear " "But he will, dear." "The fun of it is that we haven't, I believe, eighteenpence between us all." "Miss St. Maur was positive that he would be punctual," said Ma'amselle Julie.
To-morrow I've made up my mind to run home to Merry-Garden: and there, if it gives you any pleasure, I can go on taking mud-baths on my own account." "Merry-Garden?" said Miss Sophia. "Why, that's where Dr. Clatworthy wants us to take tea with him to-morrow!
And she explained. 'Ah, Mr. Clatworthy rum old cove, when you get to know him. Yes, yes; no doubt he has heard me speak of you in a general way, you know. Come into my snooze-corner, and take your things off. The snooze-corner, commonly called a bedroom, lacked one detail of comfort pure air. The odour of dinner blending with toilet perfumes made an atmosphere decidedly oppressive.
Clatworthy, having notions of his own upon matrimony, and money to carry them out, had picked out a pretty child and adopted her, and set her to school with a Miss St. Maur of Saltash, to be trained up in his principles, till of an age to make him 'a perfect helpmeet, as he called it.
There was Jan Dart that 'listed twenty year agone, and 'ticed away Lucy Clatworthy to follow mun, her that was only child of Jeremiah Clatworthy up to Loudacott; and the old Jeremiah got drinking and died after she left mun. And there's Jan's old mother, poor soul, that loved mun as the apple of her eye, waiting here alone, and I reckon her time's short. No!
Jope by this time had one foot planted, very gingerly, on a flower-bed, and was reaching forth a hand to Clatworthy; and Clatworthy, squatting up to his chin in the warm mud, was lifting two naked arms to beat him off. "Private, hey?" says Mr. Jope, looking around and seeing the rest of the patients bobbing up and down in their baths between the rage of it and shame to show themselves too far.
Show us the way, youngster down by the creek, did you say? Tallyho, boys! One and all! Yoicks forra'd! Go-one away!" and, dragging Nandy with them, the pack pelted out of the garden. Now you understand how it was that Dr. Clatworthy and Miss St. Maur, entering the garden ten minutes later, saw but a bevy of disconsolate maidens strolling the paths, and no uniform nor sign of one.
Or, if they preferred it, there was a skittle-alley at the end of the garden, with a small bowling-green . . ." They preferred the bowling-green. Clatworthy. "But he is in retard then!" this lady cried, when Susannah answered that, although she knew Dr. "Ah, but how vexing! And Miss St. Maur was positive he would be beforehand!"