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Well, next Saturday you will have a sort of a lion one of the principal writers in 'Scaramouch. He is going to Paris as the foreign correspondent of the 'Chuck-Farthing, with a thousand a year, and one of my friends in the Stock Exchange, who is his great ally, asked me to give him some letters.
He kissed her lightly. "That's all right, scaramouch. So have I. I must get out of this toggery now double-quick. I suppose you are off in your 'rickshaw? I'll walk with you. It'll be on the way to the Club." "Oh, how lovely! You on one side and Uncle St. Bernard on the other!" cried Tessa. "The princess will travel in state," observed Bernard. "Ah! Here comes Peter with Scooter!
"Well, when I was in these very waters in the Scaramouch we caught one with a bit of pork that weighed the shark, I mean, not the pork I forget just what, and wouldn't say, for fear you might think I was prevastigating, but it was twenty-four foot long." "Oh, come, Bill, not twenty-four," protested Harry. "That's what it was," stoutly asserted Bill, rummaging in a locker for a shark-hook.
The Lord Chancellor came next in a grand car. Although his wig was even longer than those of his fellow functionaries, his manners and the rest of his costume afforded a strange contrast to them. Apparently never was such a droll, lively fellow. His dress was something between that of Harlequin and Scaramouch.
To his surprise, no one seemed to mind the fact that he was a fugitive and an alleged slayer. They had stared at him curiously for a moment; two or three of them exchanged whispers, that was all. In a twinkling he was transformed into a real scaramouch. A conical hat adorned the knit skullpiece that covered his black hair.
Scaramouch. Bell. Who, if he had no more Honesty and Conscience than my Uncle, wou'd let us pine for want of Lovers: but thanks be prais'd, the Generosity of our Cavaliers has open'd their obdurate Hearts with a Golden Key, that lets 'em in at all Opportunities. Come, come, let's in, and answer their Billet-Doux. SCENE II. A Garden. Doct. Set down the Telescope. Let me see, what Hour is it? Scar.
The Wit and Harlequin Dominic sometimes dined at the table of Louis XIV. Tiberio Florillo, who invented the character of Scaramouch, had been the amusing companion of the boyhood of Louis XIV.; and from him Molière learnt much, as appears by the verses under his portrait: Cet illustre comédien De son art traça la carrière: II fut le maître de Molière, Et la Nature fut le sien.
The ambassador was not dissatisfied with the impression he had made on one of the foreign correspondents of the "Chuck-Farthing," and the minister flattered himself that both the literary and the graphic representations of himself in "Scaramouch" might possibly for the future be mitigated. "I have done business to-night," said St. Barbe to Endymion, towards the close of the evening.
At first I thought of going home, taking the hounds away too; then I thought of going myself and leaving the hounds; then I thought if I left the hounds it would only make the sinful scaramouch more outrageous, and I should be sitting on pins and needles till they came home, thinking how he was crashing among them.
La Ducloa and La Raisin were also very good; the charms of the latter had even penetrated the thick heart of our Dauphin, who loved her very tenderly: her husband was excellent in comic parts. There was also a very good harlequin, and as good a scaramouch.
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