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Lupex was not an ill-natured man, nor one naturally savage by disposition. He was a man fond of sweetbread and little dinners, and one to whom hot brandy-and-water was too dear. Had the wife of his bosom been a good helpmate to him, he might have gone through the world, if not respectably, at any rate without open disgrace.
They were all glad to see him, and welcomed him back warmly, but he was so much beside himself that he could not ascertain whether Amelia's voice was joined with the others. He was already seated at table, and had before him a plate of soup, before he recognised the fact that he was sitting between Mrs Roper and Mrs Lupex.
"Whatever it may have been, you've not been false to the cause of beauty, I'm sure." And she looked over to Amelia with a knowing smile. But Amelia was engaged upon her plate, and went on with her dinner without turning her eyes either on Mrs Lupex or on John Eames. "I haven't done anything particular," said Eames. "I've just been staying with my mother."
She had not intended any reflection on Mrs Lupex for not having a house of her own, but that lady immediately bristled up. "That's just what the snails say, Mrs Roper. And as for having a house of one's own, it's a very good thing, no doubt, sometimes; but that's according to circumstances.
There's Lupex off again in one of his fits of jealousy." "But it's not your fault, I suppose?" "Well; I can't just say. I am fond of her, and that's the long and the short of it; deuced fond of her." "But, my dear Caudle, you know she's that man's wife." "Oh, yes, I know all about it. I'm not going to defend myself. It's wrong, I know, pleasant, but wrong. But what's a fellow to do?
"And I do not hesitate to say that my regard for her was too much for me on that night when I sent for you to the dining-room." "I'm glad it's all put right now," said Cradell. "Very glad, indeed," said Miss Spruce. "And, therefore, we need not say any more about it," said Mrs Lupex. "One word," said Lupex, waving his hand.
"You're not a married man, Mr Cradell," said Lupex, "and therefore you cannot understand the workings of a husband's heart. There have been moments when my regard for that woman has been too much for me." "Now, Lupex, don't," said she, playfully tapping him with an old parasol which she still held.
"I shall always regard age as entitled " But the special privileges which Mr Lupex would have accorded to age were never made known to the inhabitants of Mrs Roper's boarding-house, for the door of the room was again opened at this moment, and Mr Cradell entered. "Here you are, old fellow, to answer for yourself," said Eames.
"And Miss Spruce, my dear," said Mrs Lupex, pointing to the ancient lady. "I'm only an old woman," said Miss Spruce. "Oh, yes; I see Miss Spruce," said Amelia. "I was not hinting anything, I can assure you." "I should think not, my dear," said Mrs Lupex.
It you'll take my advice, Miss Roper, you'll stay as you are; even though somebody should break his heart about it. Wouldn't you, Miss Spruce?" "Oh, as for me, I'm an old woman, you know," said Miss Spruce, which was certainly true. "I don't see what any woman gets by marrying," continued Mrs Lupex. "But a man gains everything. He don't know how to live, unless he's got a woman to help him."
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