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Now Snaffle was the stud-groom, a personage altogether independent of the huntsman, and, in the ordinary course of nature, Snaffle had just as much right to send for Watchorn as Watchorn had to send for him; but Watchorn being, as we said before, some way connected with Lady Scattercash, he just did as he liked among the whole of them, and they were too good judges to rebel.
'Hate vinegar tops, growled Seedeybuck. Just then, in came Lady Scattercash, attended by Mr. Orlando Bugles, the ladies' attractions having caused that distinguished performer to forfeit his engagement at the Surrey Theatre. Captain Cutitfat, Bob Spangles, and Sir Harry quickly followed, and the Sponge question was presently renewed.
Commissioner Fonblanque's court, that that worthy legal luminary, on discharging him for the fifth time, said to him, with a very significant shake of the head, 'You'd better not come here again, sir. Seedeybuck, being of the same opinion, had since fastened himself on to Sir Harry Scattercash, who found him in meat, drink, washing, and lodging.
Sir Harry Scattercash, having had the run described in our two preceding chapters, and having just imported a few of the 'sock-and-buskin' sort from town, was not likely to be going out again for a time; while Mr. Puffington, finding where Mr.
'Make her a bad husband, I dare say, observed Bob Spangles, who was rather smitten with Lucy himself. 'Never mind; a bad husband's a deal better than none, Bob, replied Lady Scattercash, determined not to be put out of conceit of her man. 'He, he, he! haw, haw, haw! ho, ho, ho! Well done you! laughed several. 'She'll have to keep him, observed Captain Cutitfat, whose turn it now was to play.
'The black and white one isn't a bad un, observed Bouncey, nodding his head towards the cows, adding in an undertone, 'Most of them asked themselves, I should think. 'Admiring the cows. Captain Bouncey? asked the beautiful and tolerably virtuous Miss Glitters, of the Astley's Royal Amphitheatre, who had come down to spend a few days with her old friend, Lady Scattercash.
Lady Scattercash was a real lady, and liked to have the credit of the house maintained, which of course can only be done by letting the upper servants do nothing. 'Mr. Bottleends be gone to bed, observed the woman. 'Mr. Bottleends? repeated Mr. Sponge; 'who's he? 'The butler, to be sure, replied she, astonished that any person should have to ask who such an important personage was.
But Lady Scattercash, who was observing our friends from her boudoir window, saw with a woman's eye that there was something more than a mere case of tired horses; and, tripping downstairs, she arrived at the front door just as the fair Lucy dropped smilingly from her horse into Mr. Sponge's extended arms. Hurrying up into the boudoir, Lucy gave her ladyship one of Mr.
This once well-accustomed hostelry was kept by one Mr. Viney, a former butler in the Scattercash family, and who still retained the usual 'old and faithful servant' entrée of Nonsuch House, having his beefsteak and bottle of wine in the steward's room whenever he chose to call.
'Fear you'll come on badly, observed Captain Seedeybuck, holding up an empty one, 'for Bouncey and I have just finished the last'; the captain chucking the bottle sideways on to the floor, and rolling it towards its companion in the corner. 'Have a fresh bottle, suggested Lady Scattercash, drawing the bell-string at her chair. 'Champagne, said her ladyship, as the footman answered the summons.
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