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There's not a drop of blood about her heart. Oh, Poppins!" "You're very well out of it, George. But yet I'm sorry for you. I am, indeed." "And now, good-night. This way is mine; yours there." "What! to the bridge? No; I'm blessed if you do; at any rate not alone." "Poppins, tell me this; was Hamlet mad, or did he feign so?" "Faith, very likely the latter. Many do that now.
Tom Poppins did not fail to bellow "Bring on the dish-water," nor Miss Mary Proudfoot to cheep demurely "Don't y' knaow" in a tone which would have been recognized as fascinatingly English anywhere on the American stage.
But the great affair of Johnson of Manchester had overcome even his doubts, and he began to feel that it was a privilege to be noticed by the senior partner in a house which could play such a game as that. It was not that Poppins believed in Johnson, or that he thought that 15,000l. of paper had at any time been missing.
What was there to enjoy in the fate of Poppins, and what in the proposed happiness of Brisket? Could not a man be sufficient for himself alone? Was there aught of pleasantness in that grinding tongue of his friend's wife? Should not one's own flesh, the bone of one's bone, bind up one's bruises, pouring in balm with a gentle hand?
The club in question was ordinarily called the Goose Club, and the members were in common parlance called "The Geese." "I will be there also," said Robinson. "But if I should be late, you will tell the Geese why it is so." "They all know you are going to be married," said Poppins. And then they parted.
It may have been because, in his humble way, Poppins himself stood firmly by his friend; for such often is the nature of women. Be that as it may, Mrs. Poppins, who is now again his fast friend, was then his enemy. "We shall have to go to this wedding of George's," Poppins said to his wife, when the first week in August had already passed. "I suppose old Pikes 'ill give me a morning."
Her mouth was small, arched, and quivering in a grin. "This is Mr. Wrenn, isn't it?" she gurgled, and leaned against the doorpost, merry, apparently indolent. "I'm Mrs. Ferrard. Mr. Poppins told me you were coming, and he said you were a terribly nice man, and I was to be sure and welcome you. Come right in."
But it was felt by all that the debate would be nothing unless Robinson should be there to "chaw up" Crowdy, as had been intimated to our friend by that worthy Goose the young Poppins. But at eight o'clock and at a quarter past eight Robinson was not there. Crowdy, not wishing to lacerate his foe till that foe should be there to feel the wounds, sat silent in his usual seat.
"I tell you, Poppins, that everything is hot to me. Here, here I'm hot." And then he struck his breast. "And yet I'm very cold. 'Tis cold to be alone; cold to have lost one's all. Poppins, I've loved a harpy." "I believe you're about right there," said Poppins. "A harpy! Her nails will grow to talons, and on her feet are hoofs. Within she is horn all over.
"When once she's married she'll go straight enough. I believe that of her, for she knows which side her bread's buttered. But till the splice is made she's a right to please herself; that's the way she looks at it." "And will it not please her to become mine?" "It's about the same with 'em all," continued Poppins.
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