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And so she turned and chatted with Cluffe, who, not being at liberty to talk upon his usual theme his poor, unhappy friend, Puddock, and his disgraces was eloquent upon the monkey, and sweet upon the lap-dogs, and laughed till he grew purple at the humours of the parrot, and swore, as gentlemen then swore, 'twas a conjuror, a wonder, and as good as a play.
Let her take her own way. What care I? If she's happy, why shouldn't I why shouldn't I? Five minutes after: 'Who the plague are these fellows in the Phoenix? How the brutes howl over their liquor! said Devereux, as he and Puddock, at the door-steps, awaited Cluffe, who was fixing his buckles in the drawing-room.
Here Mr O'Gallagher looked round the school, as if to find a culprit; but the boys, aware of what was going on, kept their eyes so attentively to their books, that he could not discover one; at last he singled out a fat chubby lad. "Walter Puddock, come here, sir." Walter Puddock came accordingly; evidently he gave himself up for lost.
And as among the hushed exhortations of the good priest, Toole and Puddock, he mounted the stairs, he took occasion over the banister, in stentorian tones, to proclaim to the household his own awful situation, and the imminent approach of the moment of his dissolution.
'Ay, like those Irish airs that will produce tears or laughter, as they are played slow or quick; or minced veal, my dear Puddock, which the cook can dress either savoury or sweet at pleasure; or Aunt Rebecca, that produces such different emotions in her different moods, and according to our different ways of handling her, is scarce recognisable in some of them, though still the same Aunt Becky, answered Devereux, knocking at Irons' door.
Puddock, at luncheon, was abstracted frightened silent, for the most part; talking only two or three sentences during that sociable meal, by fits and starts; and he laughed once abruptly at a joke he did not hear. He also drank three glasses of port. Aunt Rebecca met him with her hood on in the hall.
Puddock, indeed, had strict notions about rehearsing, and, on occasions like this, assumed managerial airs, and in a very courteous way took the absolute command of Captain Cluffe, who sang till he was purple, and his belts and braces cracked again, not venturing to mutiny, though he grumbled a little aside.
The reader must not suppose when Cluffe said, 'we of the Royal Irish, in connection with some pecuniary kindness shown to Sturk, that that sensible captain had given away any of his money to the surgeon; but Sturk, in their confidential conference, had hinted something about a 'helping hand, which Cluffe coughed off, and mentioned that Puddock had lent him fifteen pounds the week before.
'We're coming to something what's that? said Puddock, as a long row of black stakes presented themselves at some distance ahead, in the dusky moonlight, slanting across the stream. ''Tis the salmon-weir! roared Cluffe with an oath that subsided into something like a sickening prayer. It was only a fortnight before that a tipsy fellow had been found drowned in the net.
Puddock rather imperiously insisted on his drinking some tea, which he abhorred, and of which, in very imperfect clothing and with deep groans and occasional imprecations on 'that bastely clar't' to which he chose to ascribe his indisposition he drearily partook.
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