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"Probably he was," said the cautious Brown, who, as we before said, had been bribed into silence, and who now grievously repented that passion had betrayed him into the imprudence of candour; "but I really do not busy myself about other people's affairs. 'Brown, said the late Lady Waddilove to me, 'Brown, you are a good creature, and never talk of what does not concern you. Those, Mr.
Such were the meditations of the faithful friend of the late Lady Waddilove, as he hastened to London, charged with the task of discovering Mordaunt and with the delivery of the following epistle: You are now, sir, the heir to that property which, some years ago, passed from your hands into mine. My son, for whom alone wealth or I may say life was valuable to me, is no more.
October is a charming month, as my lamented friend and customer, the late Lady Waddilove, was accustomed to say. Talking of that, sir, as the winter is now approaching, do you not think it would be prudent, Mr. Wolfe, to provide yourself with an umbrella? I have an admirable one which I might dispose of: it is from the effects of the late Lady Waddilove.
To say truth, the abigail of the defunct Lady Waddilove had been no unprofitable helpmate to our broker. As ingenious as benevolent, she was the owner of certain rooms of great resort in the neighbourhood of St. James's, rooms where caps and appointments were made better than anywhere else, and where credit was given and character lost upon terms equally advantageous to the accommodating Mrs.
Wolfe!" cried the slandered Brown, perfectly aghast; "I would have you to know, sir, that I have served the first families in the country, ay, and in this county too, and never had such words applied to me before. Sir, there was the late Lady Waddilove, and the respected Mrs. Minden, and her nephew the ambassador, and the Duchess of Pugadale, and Mr.
The late Lady Waddilove honoured my taste in these matters with her especial approbation." "Pish!" said the son, fretfully interrupting him, "do, I beseech you, take your hand off my shoulder. See now, you have made me lose my place. I really do wish you would leave me alone for one moment in the day."
We were frankly silly about certain things. He and I had some imaginary personages Dr. Waddilove, supposed to be a rich beneficed clergyman of Tory views; Mr. McTurk, a matter-of-fact Scotsman; Henry Bland, a retired schoolmaster with copious stores of information; and others and we used often to discourse in character. But he always knew when to stop. He would say to me suddenly: "Dr.
Murder his Majesty's ministers! 'shoot them like pigeons! 'd d pretty shot! indeed. O Lord! what would the late Lady Waddilove, who always hated even the Whigs so cordially, say, if she were alive? But how providential that I should have been here! Who knows but I may save the lives of the whole administration, and get a pension or a little place in the post- office?
The waiter re-entered; "Sir," said he to Linden, "your room is quite ready." "I am glad to hear it," said Clarence, rising. "Mr. Brown, I have the honour of wishing you a good evening." "Stay, sir stay; you have not looked into these things belonging to the late Lady Waddilove." "Another time," said Clarence, hastily. "To-morrow, at ten o'clock," muttered Mr. Brown.
Wolfe, which, I am sure, talking of freemen, no freeman ought to submit to; but as the late Lady Waddilove once very wisely said to me, 'Brown, never have anything to do with those republicans: they are the worst tyrants of all. Good morning, Mr. Wolfe; gentlemen, your servant; 'cheating and imposition, indeed! and Mr. Brown banged the door as he departed. "Wolfe," said Mr.
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