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‘And from all I see, I infer that you are likely to owe it to me.’ ‘I fear I am.’ ‘Though you have every disposition to pay me if you could?’ ‘Certainly.’ ‘Then,’ said Mr. Gabriel Parsons, ‘listen: here’s my proposition. You know my way of old. Accept it—yes or no—I will or I won’t. ‘My dear—’ ‘Stop a minute—on one condition; and that is, that you propose to Miss Lillerton at once.’ ‘At once!
‘There’s Fanny and your intended walking about on the lawn,’ said Gabriel, as they approached the house. ‘Mind your eye, Tottle.’ ‘Never fear,’ replied Watkins, resolutely, as he made his way to the spot where the ladies were walking. ‘Here’s Mr. Tottle, my dear,’ said Mrs. Parsons, addressing Miss Lillerton.
Why?—because your subscribers wouldn’t see their names flourishing in print on the church-door—that’s the reason.’ ‘Really, Mr. Parsons, I hope you don’t mean to insinuate that I wish to see my name in print, on the church-door,’ interrupted Miss Lillerton. ‘I hope not,’ said Mr. Watkins Tottle, putting in another word, and getting another glance.
They handsomely endowed the church with lands, and gave "a thousand fagots yearly from Lillerton Wood to nourish the church fires."
Timson having conscientious scruples on the subject of card-playing, drank brandy-and-water, and kept up a running spar with Mr. Watkins Tottle. The evening went off well; Mr. Watkins Tottle was in high spirits, having some reason to be gratified with his reception by Miss Lillerton; and before he left, a small party was made up to visit the Beulah Spa on the following Saturday.
‘I’ll prepare it immediately,’ said Miss Lillerton, making for the door; ‘the events of this day have flurried me so much, Mr. Tottle, that I shall not leave my room again this evening; I will send you the note by the servant.’ ‘Stay,—stay,’ cried Watkins Tottle, still keeping a most respectful distance from the lady; ‘when shall we meet again?’ ‘Oh! Mr.
‘More than a month—more than two months!’ said Miss Lillerton. ‘Rather odd, this,’ thought Watkins. ‘Oh!’ he said, recollecting Parsons’s assurance that she had known him from report, ‘I understand. But, my dear madam, pray, consider. The longer this acquaintance has existed, the less reason is I there for delay now. Why not at once fix a period for gratifying the hopes of your devoted admirer?’
Parsons left the room, shut the door carefully after her, and Mr. Watkins Tottle was left alone with Miss Lillerton. For the first five minutes there was a dead silence.—Mr. Watkins Tottle was thinking how he should begin, and Miss Lillerton appeared to be thinking of nothing. The fire was burning low; Mr. Watkins Tottle stirred it, and put some coals on. ‘Hem!’ coughed Miss Lillerton; Mr.
‘More than a month—more than two months!’ said Miss Lillerton. ‘Rather odd, this,’ thought Watkins. ‘Oh!’ he said, recollecting Parsons’s assurance that she had known him from report, ‘I understand. But, my dear madam, pray, consider. The longer this acquaintance has existed, the less reason is there for delay now. Why not at once fix a period for gratifying the hopes of your devoted admirer?’
Her complexion—with a slight trace of powder here and there—was as clear as that of a well-made wax doll, and her face as expressive. She was handsomely dressed, and was winding up a gold watch. ‘Miss Lillerton, my dear, this is our friend Mr. Watkins Tottle; a very old acquaintance I assure you,’ said Mrs. Parsons, presenting the Strephon of Cecil-street, Strand.
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