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As the young lady had given no tokens of consciousness on their way downstairs, the bearer reported her either dead or dying; and being at some loss what to do with her, was looking round for a convenient bench or heap of ashes on which to place her senseless form, when she suddenly came upon her feet by some mysterious means, thrust back her hair, stared wildly at Mr Tappertit, cried, 'My Simmuns's life is not a wictim! and dropped into his arms with such promptitude that he staggered and reeled some paces back, beneath his lovely burden.
The locksmith followed with his hands in his pockets, and Mr Tappertit trundled off with the chaise to a neighbouring stable. 'Martha, my dear, said the locksmith, when they reached the parlour, 'if you'll look to Dolly yourself or let somebody else do it, perhaps it will be only kind and reasonable. She has been frightened, you know, and is not at all well to-night.
'The idea of interfering with HER. What people can see in her to make it worth their while to do so, that's the joke he he he! Finding there was a lady in the case, Mr Tappertit haughtily requested his fair friend to be more explicit, and demanded to know what she meant by 'her. 'Why, that Dolly, said Miggs, with an extremely sharp emphasis on the name.
Perhaps she wondered what star was destined for her habitation when she had run her little course below; perhaps speculated which of those glimmering spheres might be the natal orb of Mr Tappertit; perhaps marvelled how they could gaze down on that perfidious creature, man, and not sicken and turn green as chemists' lamps; perhaps thought of nothing in particular.
'Keep order, there, will you? said Simon Tappertit. 'Why, isn't a man allowed to regale himself, noble captain, retorted his lieutenant, parting the men who stood between them, with his knife, that he might see him, 'to regale himself a little bit after such work as mine? What a hard captain! What a strict captain! What a tyrannical captain! Ha ha ha!
'Shall a Miggs aspire to these proportions! No, no, my captain. We will inveigle ladies fair, and wed them in our secret cavern. We will unite ourselves with blooming beauties, captain. 'I'll tell you what, my buck, said Mr Tappertit, releasing his leg; 'I'll trouble you not to take liberties, and not to broach certain questions unless certain questions are broached to you.
Mr Tappertit looked at him as though he were about to give utterance to some very majestic sentiments in reference to this act of desertion, but as it was clear, from Hugh's hasty manner, that the engagement was one of a pressing nature, he graciously forbore, and gave him his permission to depart immediately, which Hugh acknowledged with a roar of laughter. 'Good night, captain! he cried.
'Sir, replied Mr Tappertit, with a contemptuous look, 'I wonder at YOUR assurance in making such demands. 'You have been drinking, said the locksmith. 'As a general principle, and in the most offensive sense of the words, sir, returned his journeyman with great self-possession, 'I consider you a liar.
I must entreat posterity to forgive me, if I leave a blank at this stage of my story. "There are chords in the human heart which had better not be wibrated," said Sim Tappertit. There are emotions which can only be described by the pen of a poet.
There are bounds to human endurance. So thought Sim Tappertit when Gabriel drew those rosy lips to his those lips within Sim's reach from day to day, and yet so far off. He had a respect for his master, but he wished the Yorkshire cake might choke him. 'Father, said the locksmith's daughter, when this salute was over, and they took their seats at table, 'what is this I hear about last night?
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