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"Perhaps one hadn't better," said the Cornet, and then that little difficulty was over. Cornet Simpkinson however thought of it all afterwards, and felt that that evening and that hour had been more important than any other evening or any other hour in his life.
The figure was dignified and serene, with a halo of light about its head in short, it was the regulation stained glass figure that I had gazed at through all my childhood. "What is the matter?" asked the voice at my side; and I looked up, and discovered the Reverend Mr. Simpkinson. He recognized me, and cried: "Why, Billy! For heaven sake, what has happened?"
"A fine morning after the rain," said Mr. Simpkinson from Bath. "Just the thing for the 'ops," said Mr. Peters. "I remember when I was a boy " "Do hold your tongue, P.," said Mrs. Peters advice which that exemplary matron was in the constant habit of administering to "her P." as she called him, whenever he prepared to vent his reminiscences.
"There was 'no fun' in looking at old houses!" Mrs. Simpkinson preferred a short séjour in the still-room with Mrs. Botherby, who had promised to initiate her in that grand arcanum, the transmutation of gooseberry jam into Guava jelly. "Did you ever see an old abbey before, Mrs. Peters?"
"I supposed that." "And I am most desirous to do all in my power to oblige them. You can say that I have arranged that other matter satisfactorily." "That other matter?" "They'll understand. The mother will at least, and you'd better say that to her. You'll go early." "I'll start at seven if you like." "Eight or nine will do. Thank you, Simpkinson. I'm so much obliged to you.
Ogleton, too, had a pet a favorite pug whose squab figure, black muzzle, and tortuosity of tail, that curled like a head of celery in a salad-bowl, bespoke his Dutch extraction. Yow! yow! yow! continued the brute a chorus in which Flo instantly joined. Sooth to say, pug had more reason to express his dissatisfaction than was given him by the muse of Simpkinson; the other only barked for company.
"It is written, Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord thy God in vain, for the Lord will not hold him guiltless that taketh His name in vain." Young Simpkinson wasted no further words in parley. He was an advocate of what is known as "muscular Christianity," and kept himself in trim playing on the parish basket-ball team.
"I have explained it all to Johnstone, and shall start almost at once. I shall first lie down and get an hour's sleep. I want you to do something for me." Simpkinson was devoted. Simpkinson would do anything. "I cut up a little rough just now when you mentioned Miss O'Hara's name."
Apparently Carpenter proposed to call the whole roll of financial directors; but the procedure was halted suddenly, as a tall, white-robed figure strode from its seat near the choir. Young Sidney Simpkinson, assistant to the rector, went up to Carpenter and took him by the arm. "Leave this house of God," he commanded. The other faced him.
Neville told him that he was an impertinent ass. It was then somewhat past nine, and it did not seem probable that the evening would go off pleasantly. Cornet Simpkinson lit his cigar, and tried to wink at the Captain. Neville stretched out his legs and pretended to go to sleep. At this moment it was a matter of intense regret to him that he had ever seen the West of Ireland.
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