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Is it or is it not desirable that we should know what facts we are to prove on the inquiry into the death of this unfortunate old mo gentleman?" "What facts? THE facts." "The facts bearing on that inquiry. Those are" Mr. Guppy tells them off on his fingers "what we knew of his habits, when you saw him last, what his condition was then, the discovery that we made, and how we made it."
Guppy, the managing director, and to others interested in the undertaking, by all of whom it was heartily approved. Mr.
I was not aware that you were here, Sir Leicester." With this apology, Mercury directs a scornful and indignant look at the young man of the name of Guppy which plainly says, "What do you come calling here for and getting ME into a row?" "It's quite right. I gave him those directions," says my Lady. "Let the young man wait." "By no means, my Lady.
Sir Leicester is reading with infinite gravity and state when the door opens, and the Mercury in powder makes this strange announcement, "The young man, my Lady, of the name of Guppy." Sir Leicester pauses, stares, repeats in a killing voice, "The young man of the name of Guppy?"
But a portrait over the chimney-piece, painted by the fashionable artist of the day, acts upon him like a charm. He recovers in a moment. He stares at it with uncommon interest; he seems to be fixed and fascinated by it. "Dear me!" says Mr. Guppy. "Who's that?" "The picture over the fire-place," says Rosa, "is the portrait of the present Lady Dedlock.
"Still, Tony, you were on the wrong side of the post then," remonstrates Mr. Guppy. "You were talking about nothing else in the gig." "Guppy," says Mr. Jobling, "I will not deny it. I was on the wrong side of the post. But I trusted to things coming round." That very popular trust in flat things coming round! Not in their being beaten round, or worked round, but in their "coming" round!
As I naturally speculated on the object of these visits, and as I always associated something ludicrous with the visitor, it fell out that in laughing about Mr. Guppy I told my guardian of his old proposal and his subsequent retraction. "After that," said my guardian, "we will certainly receive this hero." So instructions were given that Mr.
"You may bring the letters," says my Lady, "if you choose." "Your ladyship is not very encouraging, upon my word and honour," says Mr. Guppy, a little injured. "You may bring the letters," she repeats in the same tone, "if you please." "It shall he done. I wish your ladyship good day." On a table near her is a rich bauble of a casket, barred and clasped like an old strong-chest.
"But there are chords in the human mind " Expressing the remainder of the desolate sentiment in rum-and- water, Mr. Guppy concludes by resigning the adventure to Tony Jobling and informing him that during the vacation and while things are slack, his purse, "as far as three or four or even five pound goes," will be at his disposal. "For never shall it be said," Mr.
"Jobling," says Mr. Guppy, "myself and our mutual friend Smallweed " Mr. Smallweed modestly observes, "Gentlemen both!" and drinks. " Have had a little conversation on this matter more than once since you " "Say, got the sack!" cries Mr. Jobling bitterly. "Say it, Guppy. You mean it." "No-o-o! Left the Inn," Mr. Smallweed delicately suggests. "Since you left the Inn, Jobling," says Mr.
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