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'Sophronia, my love, remonstrated Mr Lammle, becoming graver, 'you are not serious? 'Alfred, my love, returned his wife, 'I dare say Georgiana was not, but I am. 'Now this, said Mr Lammle, 'shows the accidental combinations that there are in things! Could you believe, my Ownest, that I came in here with the name of an aspirant to our Georgiana on my lips?
I mean I'll tell you something else. 'Tell me anything, old fellow! 'Ah, but there you misunderstand me again, said Fledgeby. 'I mean I'll tell you nothing. Mr Lammle sparkled at him, but frowned at him too. 'Look here, said Fledgeby. 'You're deep and you're ready. Whether I am deep or not, never mind. I am not ready. But I can do one thing, Lammle, I can hold my tongue.
If I was wicked enough and strong enough to kill anybody, it should be my partner. This was such an entirely new view of the Terpsichorean art as socially practised, that Mrs Lammle looked at her young friend in some astonishment. Her young friend sat nervously twiddling her fingers in a pinioned attitude, as if she were trying to hide her elbows.
But his youthful fire was all composed of sparks from the grindstone; and as the sparks flew off, went out, and never warmed anything, be sure that Fledgeby had his tools at the grindstone, and turned it with a wary eye. Mr Alfred Lammle came round to the Albany to breakfast with Fledgeby.
'Of course I could believe, Alfred, said Mrs Lammle, 'anything that YOU told me. 'You dear one! And I anything that YOU told me. How delightful those interchanges, and the looks accompanying them! Now, if the skeleton up-stairs had taken that opportunity, for instance, of calling out 'Here I am, suffocating in the closet! 'I give you my honour, my dear Sophronia
'Does as he is told by his principal! Not his capital that's invested in the business. Oh, that's good! Ha ha ha ha! Mr Lammle joined in the laugh and looked knowing; and the more he did both, the more exquisite the secret joke became for Mr Fledgeby.
The look he directed at the Secretary's retiring figure was so cunningly malignant, that Bella would have sat astounded and indignant, even though he had not gone the length of secretly threatening Rokesmith with his clenched fist as he closed the door. This unlucky morning, of all mornings in the year, was the morning next after Mr Boffin's interview with Mrs Lammle in her little carriage.
Suppose my conscience should oblige me to repeat it to Mr Boffin. 'I rather like that, said Lammle. 'Suppose I so repeated it to Mr Boffin, as to insinuate that my sensitive delicacy and honour 'Very good words, Sophronia.
Neither, by-the-by, will he apply it to his friend Fledgeby. He thanks Veneering for the feeling manner in which he referred to their common friend Fledgeby, for he holds that gentleman in the highest estimation. Thank you. Again thank you! In his dear Sophronia's name and in his own, thank you! Mrs Lammle has sat quite still, with her eyes cast down upon the table-cloth.
She affects not to know that his eyes are fastened on her as she droops her head again; but her whole figure reveals that she knows it uneasily. 'Enough of this. Come! Do you hear? Get up. Yielding to his hand, she rises, and they walk again; but this time with their faces turned towards their place of residence. 'Mrs Lammle, we have both been deceiving, and we have both been deceived.
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