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The young gentleman was mistaken in this closing sentence, inasmuch as he never told it to Jinkins, but always to Mrs Todgers. 'However, he said, 'these are not proper subjects for ladies' ears. All I've got to say to you, Mrs Todgers, is, a week's notice from next Saturday. The same house can't contain that miscreant and me any longer.
So, in the end, the young gentleman withdrew his notice, and assured Mrs Todgers of his unalterable regard; and having done so, went back to business. 'Goodness me, Miss Pecksniffs! cried that lady, as she came into the back room, and sat wearily down, with her basket on her knees, and her hands folded upon it, 'what a trial of temper it is to keep a house like this!
'Your real darling sister, I have not seen her more than once since her marriage, said Mrs Todgers, 'and then I thought her looking poorly. My sweet Miss Pecksniff, I always thought that you was to be the lady? 'Oh dear no! cried Cherry, shaking her head. 'Oh no, Mrs Todgers. Thank you. No! not for any consideration he could offer. 'I dare say you are right, said Mrs Todgers with a sigh.
Miss Spruce, do let me send you a little more gravy? There's plenty here, really." Mrs Roper was probably thinking of Mr Todgers. "I hope I shall," said Mrs Lupex. "But, as I was saying, Broadstairs is delightful. Were you ever at Broadstairs, Mr Cradell?" "Never, Mrs Lupex. I generally go abroad in my leave. One sees more of the world, you know.
'I'm afraid it is a vain and thoughtless world, said Mr Pecksniff, overflowing with despondency. 'These young people about us. Oh! what sense have they of their responsibilities? None. Give me your other hand, Mrs Todgers. The lady hesitated, and said 'she didn't like. 'Has a voice from the grave no influence? said Mr Pecksniff, with, dismal tenderness. 'This is irreligious! My dear creature.
M. Todgers was a lady, rather a bony and hard-featured lady, with a row of curls in front of her head, shaped like little barrels of beer; and on the top of it something made of net you couldn't call it a cap exactly which looked like a black cobweb. She had a little basket on her arm, and in it a bunch of keys that jingled as she came.
Mrs Todgers almost screamed, for the little door of communication between that room and the inner one being wide open, there was a full disclosure of the sofa bedstead in all its monstrous impropriety. But she had the presence of mind to close this portal in the twinkling of an eye; and having done so, said, though not without confusion, 'Oh yes, Mr Pecksniff, you can come in, if you please.
'So I have heard, cried Mrs Todgers with great sympathy. 'Those are her daughters, said Mr Pecksniff, pointing out the young ladies, with increased emotion. Mrs Todgers had no doubt about it. 'Mercy and Charity, said Mr Pecksniff, 'Charity and Mercy. Not unholy names, I hope? 'Mr Pecksniff! cried Mrs Todgers. 'What a ghastly smile! Are you ill, sir?
That chaste patriarchal touch which Mrs Todgers surely a discreet lady had endured, not only without complaint, but with apparent satisfaction! This was positively wrong. Mr Pecksniff was sorry to hear her say it. 'If you have not observed, said Mary, 'that it is so, pray take assurance from my lips, and do not, as you are a gentleman, continue to offend me.
They found the coach already at its starting-place, and the horses in; there, too, were a large majority of the commercial gentlemen, including the youngest, who was visibly agitated, and in a state of deep mental dejection. Nothing could equal the distress of Mrs Todgers in parting from the young ladies, except the strong emotions with which she bade adieu to Mr Pecksniff.
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