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"Can't do it," said the other; "with two top and bottom and your table is as narrow as a bench we can't hold more than heighteen, and then each person's helbows will be into his neighbor's cheer." "Rosa! Mrs. Gashleigh!" cried out Timmins, "come down and speak to this gentl this " "Truncheon, sir," said the man. The women descended from the drawing-room.
Gashleigh, who was sitting bewildered and furious in the drawing-room where there was before commotion, at the appearance of the master-spirit, all was peace and unanimity: the cook went back to her pans, the housemaid busied herself with the china and glass, cleaning some articles and breaking others, Buttons sprang up and down the stairs, obedient to the orders of his chief, and all things went well and in their season.
As for Mrs. Gashleigh, the only feasible plan of economy which she can suggest, is that she could come and live with her daughter and son-in-law, and that they should keep house together.
"Oh, quite!" said Rosa, dreadfully puzzled. "Which would Madame like?" "Which would we like, mamma?" Rosa asked; adding, as if after a little thought, "I think, sir, we should prefer the blue one." At which Mrs. Gashleigh nodded as knowingly as she could; though pink or blue, I defy anybody to know what these cooks mean by their jargon.
I didn't observe," said the miserable hypocrite by her side; and when he had seen Rosa home, he went back, like an infamous fiend, to order something else which he had forgotten, he said, at Fubsby's. Get out of that Paradise, you cowardly, creeping, vile serpent you! Until the day of the dinner, the infatuated fop was ALWAYS going to Fubsby's. That lady was Mrs. Gashleigh.
Gashleigh had sent overnight, and the housemaid's health, and whether Mr. Timmins had gone to chambers or not and when, after this preliminary chatter, Buttons flung open the door, announcing "Mrs. Gashleigh and the young ladies," Fitzroy laid down his Times newspaper with an expression that had best not be printed here, and took his hat and walked away. Mrs.
Little Buttons bounced up to his mistress, said he was butler of the family, Mrs. G. was always poking about his pantry, and dam if he'd stand it. At every moment Rosa grew more and more bewildered. The baby howled a great deal during the day. His large china christening-bowl was cracked by Mrs. Gashleigh altering the flowers in it, and pretending to be very cool, whilst her hands shook with rage.
Gashleigh, indignantly; "never in a Christian ENGLISH household; never shall such sinful waste be permitted by ME. If you wish me to dine, Rosa, you must get a dinner less EXPENSIVE. The Right Honorable Lord Fortyskewer could dine, sir, without these wicked luxuries, and I presume my daughter's guests can." "Madame is perfectly at liberty to decide," said M. Cavalcadour.
When old Gashleigh went down with her barbarian bunches of holly and greens to stick about the meats, even the cook saw their incongruity, and, at Truncheon's orders, flung the whole shrubbery into the dust-house, where, while poking about the premises, you may be sure Mrs. G. saw it.
"Look and see, ladies," he said, inducting them into the dining-room: "there's the room, there's the table laid for heighteen, and I defy you to squeege in more." "One person in a party always fails," said Mrs. Gashleigh, getting alarmed. "That's nineteen," Mr. Truncheon remarked. "We must knock another hoff, Ma'm." And he looked her hard in the face. Mrs.
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