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It was as he was reading the above document with a bleeding heart that Mr. Mossrose came in from his daily walk to the City. "Vell, Eglantine," says he, "have you heard the newsh?" "About His Highness?" "About your friend Valker; he's arrested for two hundred poundsh!"
Woolsey was admitted into his private room. And Mossrose would have heard every word of the conversation between those two gentlemen, had not Woolsey, opening the door, suddenly pounced on the assistant, taken him by the collar, and told him to disappear altogether into the shop: which Mossrose did; vowing he would have his revenge.
"Here's a gent wants you in the shop," says Mr. Mossrose, leaving the door of communication wide open. "Say I'm in bed, Mr. Mossrose; I'm out of sperrets, and really can see nobody." "It's someone from Vindsor, I think; he's got the royal button," says Mossrose. "It's me Woolsey," shouted the little man from the shop. Mr.
"Be the old kind jackass you vash!" here roared a voice that made Mr. Eglantine start. "Vy, vat an old fat fool you are, Eglantine, to give up our just debts because a voman comes snivelling and crying to you and such a voman, too!" exclaimed Mr. Mossrose, for his was the voice. "Such a woman, sir?" cried the senior partner.
"Oh, I do love a gentleman dearly!" And about this time, too, Mr. Walker himself came rolling home from the "Regent," hiccupping. "Such hair! such eyebrows! such eyes! like b-b-billiard-balls, by Jove!" The day after the dinner at the "Regent Club," Mr. Walker stepped over to the shop of his friend the perfumer, where, as usual, the young man, Mr. Mossrose, was established in the front premises.
Woolsey would think better of him when he knew him; that Mr. Eglantine's bill was one hundred and fifty pounds, but that Mr. Mossrose would take forty per cent. if Mr. Woolsey could say how much that was. "I'll pay a thousand pound to do you good," said Mr. Woolsey, bouncing up; "stay here for ten minutes, my dear, until my return, and all shall be right, as you will see."
Will you take twenty guineas for it?" "No," said Mossrose. "Twenty-five?" "Can't," said Mossrose. "Hang it! will you take forty? There!" "I vish I'd kep it," said the Hebrew gentleman, with unfeigned regret. "Eglantine dressed it this very night." "It's this very night at Devonshire 'Ouse, with four hostrich plumes, lappets, and trimmings. And now, Mr. Woolsey, I'll trouble you to apologise." Mr.
There was not an article in his shop but came to him through his Israelite providers; and in the very front shop itself sat a gentleman who was the nominee of one of them, and who was called Mr. Mossrose. He was there to superintend the cash account, and to see that certain instalments were paid to his principals, according to certain agreements entered into between Mr. Eglantine and them.
Mossrose, when that gentleman came into partnership with him; and kept these facts secret, until they were detected by a very painful circumstance. On the very day when Walker was arrested at the suit of Benjamin Baroski, there appeared in the newspapers an account of the imprisonment of His Highness the Prince of Panama for a bill owing to a licensed victualler in Ratcliff Highway.
"Get out of the way, you infernal villain!" roared the Captain, with many oaths, to Lady Grogmore's large footman, with ruby-coloured tights, who was standing inhaling the ten thousand perfumes of the shop; and the latter, moving away in great terror, the gallant agent passed out, quite heedless of the grin of Mr. Mossrose.
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