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Cymon’s hat off, instantaneously, and carried him to the Pegwell Bay hotel in no time, where he deposited his rider without giving him the trouble of dismounting, by sagaciously pitching him over his head, into the very doorway of the tavern. Great was the confusion of Mr. Cymon Tuggs, when he was put right end uppermost, by two waiters; considerable was the alarm of Mrs.
Tuggs out of the fly, to the woman who opened the door of the first house which displayed a bill intimating that apartments were to be let within. ‘How many did you want, ma’am?’ was, of course, the reply. ‘Three.’ ‘Will you step in, ma’am?’ Down got Mrs. Tuggs. The family were delighted. Splendid view of the sea from the front windows—charming! A short pause. Back came Mrs.
Her flag was flying, her band was playing, her passengers were conversing; everything about her seemed gay and lively.—No wonder—the Tuggses were on board. ‘Charming, ain’t it?’ said Mr. Joseph Tuggs, in a bottle-green great-coat, with a velvet collar of the same, and a blue travelling-cap with a gold band. ‘Soul-inspiring,’ replied Mr. Cymon Tuggs—he was entered at the bar. ‘Soul-inspiring!’
‘Werry well, sir,’ replied the boy, with a grin at his companion, as if he understood Mr. Cymon to mean that the cruelty applied less to the animals than to their riders. ‘What a lovely day, dear!’ said Charlotta. ‘Charming; enchanting, dear!’ responded Mrs. Captain Waters. ‘What a beautiful prospect, Mr. Tuggs!’
Joseph Tuggs, turning as pale as a Dutch cheese. ‘From the Temple,’ repeated the man with the bag; ‘from Mr. Cower’s, the solicitor’s. Mr. Tuggs, I congratulate you, sir. Ladies, I wish you joy of your prosperity! We have been successful.’ And the man with the bag leisurely divested himself of his umbrella and glove, as a preliminary to shaking hands with Mr. Joseph Tuggs.
Captain Waters was in such spirits after lunch!—chasing, first the captain across the turf, and among the flower-pots; and then Mr. Cymon Tuggs; and then Miss Tuggs; and laughing, too, quite boisterously. But as the captain said, it didn’t matter; who knew what they were, there? For all the people of the house knew, they might be common people. To which Mr.
Tuggs. ‘Oh dear, no, ma’am!’ replied the mistress of the house, with a benign smile of pity at the ignorance of manners and customs, which the observation betrayed. ‘Very cheap!’ Such an authority was indisputable. Mrs. Tuggs paid a week’s rent in advance, and took the lodgings for a month. In an hour’s time, the family were seated at tea in their new abode. ‘Capital srimps!’ said Mr.
Wo—o—o—!’ cried Mr. Cymon Tuggs as well as he could, in the midst of the jolting. ‘Don’t make it gallop!’ screamed Mrs. Captain Waters, behind. ‘My donkey will go into the public-house!’ shrieked Miss Tuggs in the rear. ‘Hi—hi—hi!’ groaned both the boys together; and on went the donkeys as if nothing would ever stop them.
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