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Though door and window were shut, there came from this room, as if through pores of the wood and the glass, a strong odor of tobacco smoke. A voice within could be heard softly humming an operatic air. Wesley Tiffles opened the door with a latch key, saying, "All right!" in a loud voice, as he did so.
If there were such a happy land on the face of this earth, Overtop would have hunted it up long ago, and moved there." Overtop laughingly replied, "That's so." He then informed Mr. Tiffles, while admitting the theoretical excellence of his idea, that every nation had its dogs as well as its fleas. Those two friends of man were impartially distributed over the terrestrial globe.
"It's almost too cheap for fifteen dollars a night." "For what?" asked Tiffles. "For fifteen dollars," replied Mr. Boolpin, twirling his pestle playfully. "Of course, not reckoning in the one dollar that you owe me for cartage. It's too cheap. I ought to have made it twenty dollars." "Why, Mr. Persimmon, the postmaster here, engaged the hall for five dollars.
It served as a wonderful anodyne; for Miss Wilkeson Jerked herself into an erect position, and said, "You're a fool!" At this juncture, before Tiffles had quite uncoiled his serpentine arms from her, and while she was looking fiery indignation at him, the door was pushed open, and the three bachelors rushed in. "I really beg pardon," said Marcus. "No occasion for my services, I see ahem!"
Several deep hisses varied the monotony of the performance. There were no persons coming up stairs. The small boys, Tiffles observed with astonishment, had vacated the building some time before, and could now be heard whispering quietly around the door below. Tiffles knew that his time had come, and he accepted the crisis.
"This is fame," muttered Patching, glancing at his scrutinizers from the shadow of the far-reaching hat. "This is what people starve and die for. It is a bore." He struck an attitude, as if unconsciously, folding his arms, and appearing to be in a profound revery. Then, after another cautious glance about, he turned to Tiffles, by his side, and said: "It is useless. I am recognized.
Frump; what philosophical sayings uttered on the spur of the moment by Fayette Overtop; what slightly impertinent but always amiable remarks advanced by Wesley Tiffles; all this might be imagined, with a slight mental effort; but not so Matthew Maltboy's new misfortune. Profiting by Mrs.
"Of what?" "Why, to cut up the panorama into window curtains, when Patching had finished it, and ha! ha! peddle them through the country. By Jupiter! that speculation may be worth trying yet. But at present I have my new patent process for " Marcus coughed, and opened the book. Tiffles accepted the delicate hint in a spirit of true friendship, and let his new patent process drop.
Marcus drew back a little at the joke; but Wesley Tiffles had proved so great a relief to his low spirits, that he determined to keep on taking him, and expressed his ardent desire to see the panorama. The couple, arm in arm, sauntered into Broadway, and down that thoroughfare. Tiffles nodded to a great many acquaintances, and Wilkeson to a very few.
Then Tiffles realized that his system of signals was understood by somebody. What should he do? He could not stop the free, universal right to cough. Therefore he stepped to the corner of the curtain, raised it, and said, in a voice loud enough to be heard by the audience, "Stoop, whenever I want you to 'stop, or 'go on, or 'faster, or 'slower, I will say so. You understand?"
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