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Updated: August 4, 2024
The scene depicted two rustics gossiping at the parish pump, as to the forthcoming village festivities, and the squire's carriage with the squire and his family, followed by the luggage cart, on their way to the railway station: First Rustic. Where be them folks a-goin' to; I wonder? Second Rustic. Off to Lunnon, I reckon, but they'll be back for the Cor-o-nation.
At Dollops's suggestion they followed always the turnings upon the right. "Always keep to the right, sir, and you'll never go far wrong that's what they teaches you in Lunnon. An' that's what I always follows. It's no use gittin' lost. So best make a set rule and foller it." "Well, at any rate there's no harm in doing so," responded Cleek a little glumly.
And with this concession, not caring to hear any more in the same vein, I rose, intending to take my departure. 'No, that's jest it. I knew ye'd say it, Maud. Ye're a kind lass ye be 'tis in yer pretty face. I like ye awful, I do there's not a handsomer lass in Liverpool nor Lunnon itself no where.
Then, suddenly changing his tone, he resolutely said, "Jeanie, I will make ye Lady Dumbiedikes afore the sun sets and ye may ride to Lunnon in your ain coach, if ye like." "Na, Laird," said Jeanie, "that can never be my father's grief my sister's situation the discredit to you "
"I'm a-thinking, Squire, that if I arn't wanting that day I want to go up to Lunnon about a bit of business." "Go up to London!" said the Squire; "why what are you going to do there? You were in London the other day." "Well, Squire," he answered, looking inexpressibly sly, "that ain't no matter of nobody's. It's a bit of private affairs." "Oh, all right," said the Squire, his interest dying out.
He brought me to Paris; afterward he sold me to a man in Lunnon as a 'prentice. I had to dance with the dogs, and I was taught to play the fiddle. Both my masters were cruel to me, and they beat me often and often. I ha' been in Lunnon for seven year now; I can speak English well, but I never forgot the French. I always said as I'd run away back to France, and find my mother and my brother Jean.
"I'm forgetting all I've got to tell 'e, though I've news enough for a buke," he said. "How's Jan Grimbal, fust plaace?" "On his legs again an' out o' danger if the Lunnon doctor knaws anything. A hunderd guineas they say that chap have had! Your name was danced to a mad tune 'pon Grimbal's lips 'fore his senses corned back to un. Why for I caan't tell 'e.
"Do 'e thenk as how you could do aal that, young man?" I sed. "No disrespect to 'e though, vor that don't argify; but I could ketch hold on 'e by the scroff o' yer neck an' the seat o' yer breeches, an' pitch 'e slick into the roadway among the iron." "Look heer, Meyster Turmot, you'll hev to pay twelve shillin' moor avoor you gwoes out o' heer, or Lunnon won't hold 'e to-night."
'Ah, well, said Mrs. Crump, shaking her head solemnly; 'there's a sad story attached to the family. My niece, what the master and I have brought up like one of our own children, has got the sitivation as maid to Mrs. Fairfax, and she knows all the ins and outs of their trouble as no one else do. You see, this is how it is! They were a Lunnon family, and come down here first for change of air.
Came sneaking in, he did, this afternoon as ever was! Been up to the big house at Bray Park, he had. Came in an automobile, he did. Then he went back there. But he was in the post office when you and t'other young lad from Lunnon went by, maister," nodding his head as if well pleased. This was to Dick, and he and Jack stared at one another. Certainly their visit to Gaffer Hodge had paid them well.
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