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While Kitty was instructing him on the subject of her governess, he had time to consider what he should say to her next. The result added one more to the lost opportunities of Mr. Sarrazin's life. "You see," the child gravely continued, "you are a clever man; and you have come here to help mamma. I have got that much out of grandmamma, if I have got nothing else.
Ah, what good that national hero would have done who put his barrels of gunpowder in the right place on the Fifth of November! I have always said it, and I stick to it, Guy Fawkes was a great statesman." In the meanwhile Mrs. Linley was not resting, and not listening to the expression of her mother's political sentiments. She was intently watching Mr. Sarrazin's face.
G. Binz does not think that Sarrazin's attempt to identify Bjarki with Beowulf is sufficiently substantiated and shows by a list of names, dating from the twelfth century and found in the Northumbrian Liber Vitae, that the story about Bjarki was probably known at an early date in northern England.
So they ran on, in France, till Voiture's time, and Sarrazin's with his merry ballade of an elopement, and Corneille's proud and graceful stanzas to Marquise de Gorla. But verses in the English tongue are more worthy of our attention. Mr. "Drink to me only with thine eyes," says the great Ben Jonson, or sings it rather.
"I get into her bed, and I give her a kiss, and I say 'Good-morning' and sometimes, if she isn't in a hurry to get up, I stop in her bed, and go to sleep again. Mamma thought I was asleep this morning. I wasn't asleep I was only quiet. I don't know why I was quiet." Mr. Sarrazin's kindness still encouraged her. "Well," he said, "and what happened after that?" "Grandmamma came in.
He notes that on Friday the tenth day of February, "in the companie of certain courtiars, and of Mr. Robert Gregorie, at Westminster, at the Sarrazin's Head" he spent the sum of five shillings. This must have been a particularly festive occasion, for a subsequent dinner cost Mr. Keate but twenty pence, and "sundrie drinkinges" another day left him the poorer by but two shillings and twopence.
They left the house together one to go to Sydney's lodgings, the other on his way to Mr. Sarrazin's office. Bennydeck's first words told the friendless girl that her fears had wronged him. "My dear, how like your father you are! You have his eyes and his smile; I can't tell you how pleasantly you remind me of my dear old friend."
Record has already been made of the fact that there was one "Sarrazin's" Head tavern at Westminster; it must be added that there was another at Snow Hill, which disappeared when the Holborn Viaduct was built. Dickens, who rendered so many valuable services in describing the buildings of old London, has left a characteristic pen-picture of this tavern.
Sarrazin's sanguine nature in undisturbed possession of him, until his old servant's gloomy face confronted him at the door. "Anything gone wrong, Malcolm?" "I'm sorry to say, sir, Mr. Herbert has left us." "Left us! Why?" "I don't know, sir." "Where has he gone?" "He didn't tell me." "Is there no letter? No message?" "There's a message, sir. Mr. Herbert came back " "Stop!
Linley was suffering might be relieved, and a reasonable hope be entertained that the medicine would produce the right effect. With that explanation he left the room. While the doctor was speaking, Mrs. Presty was drawing her own conclusions from a close scrutiny of Mr. Sarrazin's face. "I am going to make a disagreeable remark," she announced.
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