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He progresses, sir does the married man from bad to worse; he lives in a state of hen-pecked, snubbed, unnatural apprehension; he shrinks from his shadow; trembles at every sound; and, in the majority of cases, ends his miserable existence, sir, by hanging himself to the bed-post!" Having drawn this awful picture of the perils of matrimony, Mr. Roundjacket paused and smiled. Verty looked puzzled.
Rushton, who was looking at Verty with a grim smile. "Kick away just as you please, my young savage," said that gentleman, "and don't mind this stuff from Roundjacket, who don't know civilized from Indian character. Do just as you choose." "May I?" said Verty. "Am I to repeat everything?" "Well, sir, I choose to have a holiday this morning." "Hum!"
Three days after the events which we have just related, or rather after the introduction of the reader to the three localities with which our brief history will concern itself, Mr. Roundjacket was sitting on his high stool in one corner of the office, preparing the papers in a friendly suit in Chancery.
Alas for Roundjacket! nobody appreciated him, which is perhaps one of the most disagreeable things in nature. Even Verty rose in a minute, and took up his hat and rifle, as was his habit. Roundjacket rolled up his manuscript with a deep sigh, and restored it to the desk. "Where are you going, young man?" he said. "But I know and that is your excuse for such shocking taste as you display.
When Verty made his appearance at the office in Winchester, on the morning of the day which followed immediately the events we have just related, Roundjacket received him with a mysterious smile, and with an expression of eye, particularly, which seemed to suggest the most profound secrecy and confidence. Roundjacket did not say anything, but his smile was full of meaning.
"Yes, sir; why did you ask?" "Oh, nothing you know I thought you uncommonly amiable this morning." Mr. Rushton scowled, and the ghost of a smile passed over his rigid lips. "I am nothing of the sort! I'm a perfect bear!" he growled. "Not inconsistent with my former observation that you were better than usual," observed Roundjacket, with an agreeable smile. "I can prove to you quite readily that "
"You seem to think it is very dreadful," said Verty; "are you afraid of women, sir?" "No, I am not, sir! But I might very rationally be." "Anan?" "Yes, sir, very reasonably; the fact is, you cannot be a lady's man, and have any friends, without being talked about." Verty nodded, with a simple look, which struck Mr. Roundjacket forcibly.
"Ah, you are not very well accustomed to these trains of reasoning, I perceive, sir," said Mr. Roundjacket; "but you will be able to comprehend my meaning. I designed only to say, that this town will probably be mentioned in many books, hereafter, as the residence of some distinguished man.
"No I never stay to dinner! A pretty figure my docket would cut, if I staid to your dinners and discussions! You've got the deeds I came to see you about; my business is done; I'm going back." "To that beautiful town of Winchester!" laughed the Squire, following his grim guest out. "Abominable place!" growled Rushton; "and that Roundjacket is positively growing insupportable.
Rushton's entrance does not attract his attention; he continues to brandish his ruler and to repeat his poem. Mr. Rushton bestows an irate kick upon the leg of the stool. "Hey!" says Roundjacket, turning his head. "You are very busy, I see," replies Mr. Rushton, with his cynical smile, "don't let me interrupt you. No doubt perusing that great poem of yours, on the 'Certiorari." "Yes," says Mr.
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