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Titmarsh is to have next to Lady Tiptoff's; and when my Lord came home, what does he do but insist upon coming back with me here in a hackney- coach, as he said he must apologise to you for keeping your wife away."
B.'s message was a queer one; for people don't usually send invitations in that abrupt peremptory sort of way; but, sure enough, he presently came down himself and confirmed it, saying, as he was going out of the office, "Mr. Titmarsh, you will come down on Thursday to Mrs. Brough's party, where you will see some relations of yours."
"A half holiday, of course, boys," he added, and there was another hurray: there was to be no end to the cheering that day. "How's how's the family, sir?" Captain Davison asked. "Come in and see. Rosa's grown quite a lady. Dine with us, of course. Champion Major, come to dinner at five. Mr. Titmarsh, the pleasure of your company?"
Titmarsh," says the Captain, "you are an honest fellow; and I confess your argument sounds well. Now tell me, do you know anything about Miss Brough and her fortune?" "Brough will leave her everything or says so." But I suppose the Captain saw some particular expression in my countenance, for he laughed and said "I suppose, my dear fellow, you think she's dear at the price.
And now, if you are a stranger in Paris, listen to the words of Titmarsh. Here you will find apartments at any price: a very neat room, for instance, for three francs daily; an English breakfast of eternal boiled eggs, or grilled ham; a nondescript dinner, profuse but cold; and a society which will rejoice your heart.
"Yonder, in his carriage, sits the Count de Reineck, who won't travel without that dismal old chariot, though it is shabby, costly, and clumsy, and though the wicked red republicans come and smoke under his very nose. Yes, Miss Fanny, it is the lusty young Germany, pulling the nose of the worn-out old world." "Law, what DO you mean, Mr. Titmarsh?" cries the dear Fanny.
"Say at once he was a tailor, Tidd." "He was a tailor, sir, but what of that? I've had a University education, and have the feelings of a gentleman; as much ay, perhaps, and more, than some members of an effete aristocracy." "Tidd, don't be severe!" says the Captain, drinking a tenth glass. "Well, Mr. Titmarsh, when of age I come into a considerable property; and Mr.
You should have seen Gus's head peeping out of window in his white nightcap! He kept me up the whole night telling him about the ball, and the great people I had seen there; and next day he told at the office my stories, with his own usual embroideries upon them. "Mr. Titmarsh," said Lady Fanny, laughing to me, "who is that great fat curious man, the master of the house?
Can ye play, 'Who fears to talk of Nointy-eight? the 'Shan Van Voght? or the 'Dirge of Ollam Fodhlah?" "Who's this mad chap that Titmarsh has brought?" I heard Master Bacon exclaim to Master Perkins. "Look! how frightened Fanny looks!"
On the 18th of December, 1837, for instance, coming gently down stairs, and before my usual wont, I saw you seated in my arm-chair, peeping into a letter that came from my aunt in the country, just as if it had been addressed to you, and not to "M. A. Titmarsh, Esq." You were not in my sitting-room, Mrs. Cammysole, when I entered that apartment.
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