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Mrs Skewton, overpowered by her feelings as a mother, sinks on her sofa in the Cleopatra attitude, when the clatter of the chariot wheels is lost, and sheds several tears. The Major, coming with the rest of the company from table, endeavours to comfort her; but she will not be comforted on any terms, and so the Major takes his leave. Cousin Feenix takes his leave, and Mr Carker takes his leave.
The chaplain of her imprisonment became quite chummy when he learnt that she had been a Third Wrangler at Cambridge, knew Lady Feenix, and had lived in Kensington prior to committing the offences for which she was imprisoned.
But in the books of the Dombey period we have many shrewd glimpses of the queer realities of English aristocracy. Of these Cousin Feenix is one of the best. Cousin Feenix is a much better sketch of the essentially decent and chivalrous aristocrat than Sir Leicester Dedlock. Both of the men are, if you will, fools, as both are honourable gentlemen.
Cousin Feenix has really many of the main points of the class that governs England. Take, for an instance, his hazy notion that he is in a world where everybody knows everybody; whenever he mentions a man, it is a man "with whom my friend Dombey is no doubt acquainted." That pierces to the very helpless soul of aristocracy. Take again the stupendous gravity with which he leads up to a joke.
Our friend Feenix if I may presume to 'Honoured, I am sure, says Cousin Feenix. is, proceeds the Major, with a wag of his head, 'also a man of the world. Dombey, you are a man of the world. Now, when three men of the world meet together, and are friends as I believe again appealing to Cousin Feenix. 'I am sure, says Cousin Feenix, 'most friendly. 'Undoubtedly, says Cousin Feenix.
At the appointed time, Cousin Feenix and Mr Dombey meet, and go down to Brighton, and representing, in their two selves, all the other mourners for the deceased lady's loss, attend her remains to their place of rest.
Mr Dombey caught the dark eyelash in its descent, and took the opportunity of arresting it. 'You have been to Warwick often, unfortunately? said Mr Dombey. 'Several times. 'The visit will be tedious to you, I am afraid. 'Oh no; not at all. 'Ah! You are like your cousin Feenix, my dearest Edith, said Mrs Skewton.
But as a fact he did draw a gentleman, and drew him excellently well, in Cousin Feenix, as Mr. Chesterton has decided.
Cousin Feenix was a man about town, forty years ago; but he is still so juvenile in figure and in manner, and so well got up, that strangers are amazed when they discover latent wrinkles in his lordship's face, and crows' feet in his eyes: and first observe him, not exactly certain when he walks across a room, of going quite straight to where he wants to go.
But it's illustrative of the neatness of Jack's humour. The fact is, that Jack was invited down to a marriage which I think took place in Berkshire? 'Shropshire, said the bold mild man, finding himself appealed to. 'Was it? Well! In point of fact it might have been in any shire, said Cousin Feenix.
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