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Better be called ever so far out of your name, if it's done in real liking, than have it made ever so much of, and not cared about! What's a name for? To know a person by. If Mrs. William is known by something better than her name I allude to Mrs. William's qualities and disposition never mind her name, though it IS Swidger, by rights. Let 'em call her Swidge, Widge, Bridge Lord!
William Swidger, persuasively and confidentially, "that's what I say. Depend upon it, the young gentleman would never have made his situation known to one of his own sex. Mrs. Williams has got into his confidence, but that's quite different. They all confide in Mrs. William; they all trust HER. A man, sir, couldn't have got a whisper out of him; but woman, sir, and Mrs. William combined !"
William may be taken off her balance by Water; as at Battersea, when rowed into the piers by her young nephew, Charley Swidger junior, aged twelve, which had no idea of boats whatever. But these are elements. Mrs. William must be taken out of elements for the strength of HER character to come into play." As he stopped for a reply, the reply was "Yes," in the same tone as before. "Yes, sir.
"That's what I always say, father!" returned the son promptly, and with great respect. "You ARE a Swidger, if ever there was one of the family!" "Dear!" said the old man, shaking his head as he again looked at the holly.
Then, he gave his right hand cheerily to Philip, and said that they would that day hold a Christmas dinner in what used to be, before the ten poor gentlemen commuted, their great Dinner Hall; and that they would bid to it as many of that Swidger family, who, his son had told him, were so numerous that they might join hands and make a ring round England, as could be brought together on so short a notice.
Swidger, in his polite desire to seem to acquiesce at all events, delivered this as if there were no iota of contradiction in it, and it were all said in unbounded and unqualified assent. The Chemist pushed his plate away, and, rising from the table, walked across the room to where the old man stood looking at a little sprig of holly in his hand.
"True, William," was the patient and abstracted answer, when he stopped again. "Yes, sir," said Mr. Swidger. "That's what I always say, sir. You may call him the trunk of the tree! Bread. Then you come to his successor, my unworthy self Salt and Mrs. William, Swidgers both. Knife and fork. Then you come to all my brothers and their families, Swidgers, man and woman, boy and girl.
William, you were going to tell me something to your excellent wife's honour. It will not be disagreeable to her to hear you praise her. What was it?" "Why, that's where it is, you see, sir," returned Mr. William Swidger, looking towards his wife in considerable embarrassment. "Mrs. William's got her eye upon me." "But you're not afraid of Mrs. William's eye?" "Why, no, sir," returned Mr.
Ah, too late, too late!" Redlaw, with a bewildered look, submitted to be led into the room. A man lay there, on a truckle-bed, and William Swidger stood at the bedside. "Too late!" murmured the old man, looking wistfully into the Chemist's face; and the tears stole down his cheeks. "That's what I say, father," interposed his son in a low voice. "That's where it is, exactly.
William, "that's what I say, myself. Why should a man ever go and gamble, and the like of that, and let himself down inch by inch till he can't let himself down any lower!" "Has HE done so?" asked Redlaw, glancing after him with the same uneasy action as before. "Just exactly that, sir," returned William Swidger, "as I'm told.
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