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"With pleasure." And Mr. Roundjacket, inserting one thumb into the pocket of his long waistcoat, pointed with the ruler to Verty's costume. "Do you call that a proper dress for a lawyer's clerk?" he said. "Is the profession to be disgraced by the entrance of a bear, a savage, a wild boy of the woods, who resembles a catamountain? Answer that, sir. Look at those leggins!" And Mr.
Then commenced, on the part of Mr. Roundjacket, an eloquent and animated remonstrance with Verty on the impropriety of that proceeding which he had just been guilty of. It was unfeeling, and barbarous, and unheard of, the poet observed, and but one thing induced him to pardon it the wild bringing up of the young man, which naturally rendered him incapable of appreciating a great work of art.
Roundjacket was clad in a handsome dressing-gown, and was heading, or essaying to read for he had the rheumatism in his right shoulder a roll of manuscript. Beside him lay a ruler, which he grasped, and made a movement of hospitable reception with, as Verty came in. "Welcome, welcome, my young friend," said Roundjacket; "you see me laid up, sir"
Then slowly rubbing his nose: "Well, sir, you are more unchristian than I supposed but go on! Some day you'll write a poem, and I'll handle it without gloves. Don't expect any mercy." "When I write any of your versified stuff, called poetry, I give you leave to handle it in any way you choose," said the Judge, as we may call him, following the example of Mr. Roundjacket.
"Oh, nothing nothing." "What does he mean, madam?" asks Mr. Rushton, of the lady. Miss Lavinia colors slightly, and looks more stately than ever. "Nothing, sir," she says, with dignity. "'Nothing! nobody ever means anything!" "Oh, never," says the Squire, and then he adds, mischievously, "by-the-by, Rushton, how is my friend, Mr. Roundjacket?"
Roundjacket, who had declared matrimony the most miserable of mortal conditions; all which is calculated to raise our opinion of the consistency of human nature in a most wonderful degree. Leaving Mr. Roundjacket contemplating the ceiling, and reflecting upon the various questions connected with bachelorship and matrimony, Verty returned to the office, and reported to Mr.
It is an enormity, sir horrible! dreadful!" "What the devil are you shouting about there!" cried the voice of Mr. Rushton, angrily. And opening the door between the two rooms, the shaggy-headed gentleman appeared upon the threshold. Roundjacket turned over the sheet of paper upon which Verty's design had been made; and then turned to reply to the words addressed to him.
"It has some connection with the subject of numerous conversations we have held," said Roundjacket, persuasively, waving backward and forward the ruler which he had taken up abstractedly, and as he did so, indulging in a veiled and confidential smile; "now you can guess can't you?" "I think not, sir." "Why, what have we been talking about lately?" "Law." "No, sir!" "Havn't we?"
"It might be very bad writing not interesting such as ought to be burned, you know," said Verty. "Hum!" replied Roundjacket, "there's something in that." "If I was to write but I could'nt I don't think I would read it to my wife if I had a wife," added Verty. And he sighed. "A wife! you!" cried Mr. Roundjacket. "Is there anything wrong in my wishing to marry?"
The young man was too much absorbed in gloomy thought to observe these manoeuvres; and, besides, we must not lose sight of the fact, that he was an Indian, and did not understand hints and intimations as well as civilized individuals. Roundjacket was forced, at last, to clear his throat and speak. "Hem!" observed the poet.
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