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With another comfortable plunge, Mr Fledgeby fell asleep again. The old man, having obeyed his directions, sat down on the edge of a chair, and, folding his hands before him, gradually yielded to the influence of the warmth, and dozed. In that costume he would have left nothing to be desired, if he had been further fitted out with a bottomless chair, a lantern, and a bunch of matches.
Fascination wished to know if the colour were not called rose-colour? Yes, said Mr Lammle; actually he knew everything; it was really rose-colour. Fascination took rose-colour to mean the colour of roses. Similarly, it might be said that the dress was the Queen of Dresses. 'Oh, Mr Fledgeby, said Mrs Lammle, 'to desert me in that way!
Till he was called back to life, she added, looking round at Fledgeby with that lower look of sharpness. 'Why did you call him back? 'He was long enough coming, anyhow, grumbled Fledgeby. 'But you are not dead, you know, said Jenny Wren. 'Get down to life! Mr Fledgeby seemed to think it rather a good suggestion, and with a nod turned round.
'I am strong, strongly, disinclined to avail myself of your generosity, though my helplessness yields. For I cannot but feel that I to put it in the mildest form of speech that I have done nothing to deserve it. 'Where CAN he be? muttered Fledgeby, referring to his watch again. 'What CAN he have gone out for? Did you ever see him, Mr Twemlow? 'Never.
To see him at those periods leaning on a chimneypiece, like as on an urn containing the ashes of his ambition, with the cheek that would not sprout, upon the hand on which that cheek had forced conviction, was a distressing sight. Not so was Fledgeby seen on this occasion.
'What game's up? demanded Fledgeby, as slowly as before, and more sternly. OUR game. Read that. Fledgeby took a note from his extended hand and read it aloud. 'Alfred Lammle, Esquire. Sir: Allow Mrs Podsnap and myself to express our united sense of the polite attentions of Mrs Alfred Lammle and yourself towards our daughter, Georgiana.
'Old 'un, said Fledgeby, when the Jew had put it in his pocketbook, and was putting that in the breast of his outer garment; 'so much at present for my affairs. Now a word about affairs that are not exactly mine. Where is she? With his hand not yet withdrawn from the breast of his garment, Riah started and paused. 'Oho! said Fledgeby. 'Didn't expect it! Where have you hidden her?
'The name of the Creditor is Riah, said Mr Fledgeby, with a rather uncompromising accent on his noun-substantive. 'Saint Mary Axe. Pubsey and Co. 'Oh yes! exclaimed Mrs Lammle, clasping her hands with a certain gushing wildness. 'Pubsey and Co.! 'The pleading of the feminine Mr Fledgeby began, and there stuck so long for a word to get on with, that Mrs Lammle offered him sweetly, 'Heart?
The equitable Twemlow felt that this sentiment, irrespective of the utterer, demanded his cordial assent. 'You are very right, sir, he rejoined with spirit. 'You indicate the generous and manly course. 'Glad to have your approbation, returned Fledgeby.
The lady, a widow, being unable to pay the money-lender, married him; and in due course, Fledgeby was summoned out of the vast dark ante-chambers to come and be presented to the Registrar-General. Rather a curious speculation how Fledgeby would otherwise have disposed of his leisure until Doomsday. Fledgeby's mother offended her family by marrying Fledgeby's father.
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