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"Granted," said the Young Fogey; "but even when they give us Shakespeare, they play the patron, and literary critics argue deferentially with them as to the treatment of the text, and beg them not to put William's head under the pump. Did you see that monumental headline in the 'Daily Chronicle, the paper that poses as the organ of sweetness and light?
"How should I know?" asks Barney. "Ain't it all in the evening paper?" "That is very uncomfortable news from India, General," resumes Fogey "there's Lady Doddington's carriage, how well she looks that movement of Runjeet-Singh on Peshawur: that fleet on the Irrawaddy. It looks doocid queer, let me tell you, and Penguin is not the man to be Governor-General of India in a time of difficulty."
Lord Uplandtowers, though not yet thirty, had chuckled like a caustic fogey of threescore when he heard of Barbara's terror and flight at her husband's return, and of the latter's prompt departure. He felt pretty sure, however, that Willowes, despite his hurt feelings, would have reappeared to claim his bright-eyed property if he had been alive at the end of the twelve months.
It is a shame that the fortunes of the younger men, who really amount to something, are entrusted to an old fogey who has run out, a 'four-flusher' who will never leave anything worth while behind him!" Oh, from those moments had arisen all the annoyances of his artistic activity.
'I like you pretty well, she at length murmured mildly. 'Not very much? 'You are so sharp with me, and say hard things, and so how can I? she replied evasively. 'You think me a fogey, I suppose? 'No, I don't I mean I do I don't know what I think you, I mean. Let us go to papa, responded Elfride, with somewhat of a flurried delivery.
He would be better, to my thinking, if he were not quite so fine, you know. But that's a trifle, and I'm an old fogey. You are not going back to Park Lane to-night." "After what you heard her say? Do you think I've got no heart either? If I could have it instead of him!" "But you can't, my boy," Sir Tom said with a pressure of Jock's arm. "And you must not make Lucy more wretched by hanging about.
"Sort of man who can see no further than his nose," he remarked contemptuously. "Fearful old fogey! I can't imagine any sister of yours putting up with him for a moment. I thought perhaps you were staying with them, as you did not seem particularly anxious to recognize your old friends." Anna shook her head. "No, I am alone," she answered.
He had quite got over the stage in which he would grumble to himself "Well, hang it, it's very hard of the Doctor to have saddled me with Arthur. Why couldn't he have chummed him with Fogey, or Thomkin, or any of the fellows who never do anything but walk round the close, and finish their copies the first day they're set?"
His workshop bounds all to the old fogey who has lived out a great many of his friendships, but within its limits what sights may he not see? Calais, first seen of Continental towns, is still a possession of my own. The Paris of 1872 is mine, the Rhine and the Rhine fall, Vienna, Berlin, the Alps the Austrian Alps, the Australian and New Zealand Alps they are all mine.
"A caprice of childhood, my daughter," said the old doctor mildly. "Who indeed can account for the vagaries of the young?" "They are usually quite easy to account for," replied his daughter coldly. "You must have frightened the child some time." "Tut, tut, my dear. How could an old fogey like myself frighten anyone?" "I don't know. But I should like to."
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