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Having gone over these several heads with great eloquence and force, and having further informed the novice that this society had its origin in his own teeming brain, stimulated by a swelling sense of wrong and outrage, Mr Tappertit demanded whether he had strength of heart to take the mighty pledge required, or whether he would withdraw while retreat was yet in his power.
The Liberal Revolution was very like a Sim Tappertit revolution. It was vulgar, it was overdone, it was absurd, but it was alive. Dickens was vulgar, was absurd, overdid everything, but he was alive. The aristocrats were perfectly correct, but quite dead; dead long before they were guillotined. The classics and critics who lamented that Dickens was no gentleman were quite right, but quite dead.
Mr Tappertit raised himself on tiptoe, applied his lips to Mr Chester's ear, drew back his head without saying anything, looked hard at him, applied them to his ear again, again drew back, and finally whispered 'The name is Joseph Willet. Hush! I say no more.
Yes, beautiful Dolly charmer enslaver S. Tappertit is all your own! As he said these words he advanced towards her. Dolly retreated till she could go no farther, and then sank down upon the floor.
But Mr Tappertit, who had a soul above the vulgar herd, and who, on account of his greatness, could only afford to be merry now and then, threw himself on a bench with the air of a man who was faint with dignity. He looked with an indifferent eye, alike on skittles, cards, and dice, thinking only of the locksmith's daughter, and the base degenerate days on which he had fallen.
She had no sooner left the workshop than there cautiously peered out from behind the chimney of the forge, a face which had already emerged from the same concealment twice or thrice, unseen, and which, after satisfying itself that it was now alone, was followed by a leg, a shoulder, and so on by degrees, until the form of Mr Tappertit stood confessed, with a brown-paper cap stuck negligently on one side of its head, and its arms very much a-kimbo.
'Be what you like in two hours' time, but now go up to bed, returned the locksmith, planting himself in the doorway. 'Do you hear me? Go to bed! 'I hear you, and defy you, Varden, rejoined Simon Tappertit. 'This night, sir, I have been in the country, planning an expedition which shall fill your bell-hanging soul with wonder and dismay. The plot demands my utmost energy. Let me pass!
'My noble captain neither games, nor sings, nor dances, said his host, taking a seat beside him. 'Drink, gallant general! 'If I had been born a corsair or a pirate, a brigand, genteel highwayman or patriot and they're the same thing, thought Mr Tappertit, musing among the nine-pins, 'I should have been all right. But to drag out a ignoble existence unbeknown to mankind in general patience!
'It is enough, cried Mr Tappertit hastily, 'we understand each other. We are observed. I thank you. Having relieved his mind by this energetic proceeding, he condescended to approach the festive board, and warming by degrees, at length deigned to preside, and even to enchant the company with a song.
'But Miggs, cried Mr Tappertit, getting under the lamp, that she might see his eyes. 'My darling Miggs Miggs screamed slightly. That I love so much, and never can help thinking of, and it is impossible to describe the use he made of his eyes when he said this 'do for my sake, do. 'Oh Simmun, cried Miggs, 'this is worse than all. I know if I come down, you'll go, and
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