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Ramornie; and Andrew pursed his lips and nodded his approval. The pursing was meant as a hint of criticism on their too dashing sister. It was at that moment that there came the first gentle tap upon the door. "Come in," said Andrew, and the invalid's nurse entered. "Mr. Walkingshaw would like a pint bottle of champagne," said she. The junior partner stared first at her and then at his sisters.
I chose the name of Ramornie, I imagine from its likeness to Romaine; Rowley, from an irresistible conversion of ideas, I dubbed Gammon. His distress was laughable to witness; his own choice of an unassuming nickname had been Claude Duval!
"You are talking about father, I suppose." "We are," replied Mrs. Ramornie briefly. Jean sat down. "What have you decided?" she asked. "We have decided he should go abroad with Andrew for a little change." "Why?" "Do you need to ask why, Jean? Surely you don't want him to go on making a fool of himself in London?" "I don't see why he shouldn't go to a dance occasionally if he wants to."
Presently the pipe was in his hands again; he fitted, unfitted, refitted, and played upon it in dumb show for some time. "I play it myself a little," says he. "Do you?" said I, and yawned. And then he broke down. "Mr. Ramornie, if you please, would it disturb you, sir, if I was to play a chune?" he pleaded. And from that hour, the tootling of the flageolet cheered our way.
I chose the name of Ramornie, I imagine from its likeness to Romaine; Rowley, from an irresistible conversion of ideas, I dubbed Gammon. His distress was laughable to witness: his own choice of an unassuming nickname had been Claude Duval!
Presently the pipe was in his hands again; he fitted, unfitted, refitted, and played upon it in dumb show for some time. 'I play it myself a little, says he. 'Do you? said I, and yawned. And then he broke down. 'Mr. Ramornie, if you please, would it disturb you, sir, if I was to play a chune? he pleaded. And from that hour, the tootling of the flageolet cheered our way.
He turned out at each stage the pink of serving-lads, deft, civil, prompt, attentive, touching his hat like an automaton, raising the status of Mr. Ramornie in the eyes of all the inn by his smiling service, and seeming capable of anything in the world but the one thing I had chosen learning French! The country had for some time back been changing in character.
I cannot say I found the subject of handcuffs to my fancy; and it was with more asperity than was needful that I reproved him for the slip about the name. 'Yes, Mr. Ramornie, says he, touching his hat. 'Begging your pardon, Mr. Ramornie. But I've been very piticular, sir, up to now; and you may trust me to be very piticular in the future. It were only a slip, sir.
We stopped at the end of the long beach, thoroughly tired and hungry, for we had been on the march many hours; and discovered for the first time that we had nothing left to eat. Luckily, a certain little pot of 'Ramornie' essence of soup was recollected and brought out.
I cannot say I found the subject of handcuffs to my fancy; and it was with more asperity than was needful that I reproved him for the slip about the name. "Yes, Mr. Ramornie," says he, touching his hat. "Begging your pardon, Mr. Ramornie. But I've been very piticular, sir, up to now; and you may trust me to be very piticular in the future. It were only a slip, sir."
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