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Updated: June 10, 2025
Somewhere about 1750 some City tradesman had built it among fields, and taken his rest there; while somewhat later, in a time of Evangelical revival, a pious widow had thrown out a low room to one side for class-meetings. In this room Marietta now held her gatherings, and both Tressady and Watton knew it well. The little handmaid bubbled over with willing talk.
The earliest mention I have found of a public fire-eater in England is in the correspondence of Sir Henry Watton, under date of June 3rd, 1633. He speaks of an Englishman "like some swabber of a ship, come from the Indies, where he has learned to eat fire as familiarly as ever I saw any eat cakes, even whole glowing brands, which he will crush with his teeth and swallow."
She was about to add some jealous sarcasm when it was arrested by the arrival of Sir Philip Wentworth and Watton, whose figures appeared in a side-archway close to her. "Ah! well guessed," said Sir Philip. "I thought we should find you among the paeonies. Lady Tressady, did you ever see such a show? Ancoats, is your head gardener visible on a Sunday?
You remember I have been four years out of England. She was in town, I suppose, the year before I left, but I never came across her." "I prophesy you will like her enormously," said Letty, with decision. "At least, I know that's what happens to me when Aunt Watton abuses anybody. I couldn't dislike them afterwards if I tried." "That, allow me to impress upon you, is not my disposition!
Then the Levens I know the Levens are coming, for Betty told me that she got out of two other engagements as soon as you asked her." "Oh! and, by the way, Mr. Watton Harding Watton," said Mrs. Allison, turning slightly towards Lady Tressady. The exclamation on Lady Maxwell's lips was checked by something she saw on her hostess's face, and Letty eagerly struck in: "Harding coming? my cousin?
It was like the measles. But the sensible persons have got over it." "Thank you, mamma," said Watton, making her a smiling bow. Lady Tressady interrupted her talk with the squire at the other end of the table to observe what was going on.
Rather, as he spoke of his wife's experiences, her face had clouded, as though the blight of some too familiar image, some sad ever-present vision, had descended upon her. Beimett also did not laugh. He watched the Levens indulgently for a few minutes, then insensibly he, Lady Maxwell, Edward Watton, and Tressady drew together into a circle of their own.
Watton shrugged his shoulders, and pointed silently to the entrances, right and left, of two side-streets, the typical streets of the East End: long lines of low houses, two storeys always, or two storeys and a basement, all of the same yellowish brick, all begrimed by the same smoke, every door-knocker of the same pattern, every window-blind hung in the same way, and the same corner "public" on either side, flaming in the hazy distance.
On their way to the drawing-rooms they passed a broad landing, which on one side led out to a balcony, and had been made into a decorated bower for sitting-out. At the farther end he saw Letty sitting beside Harding Watton. Letty was looking straight before her, with a flushed and rather frowning face.
It seemed to me my duty, as Letty's nearest relative in London, to come here and condole with her to-night on this deplorable event." "I don't know what you mean," said Tressady, coolly, his hand on his side. "Are you speaking of the division?" Mrs. Watton threw up her hands and her eyebrows. Then, gathering up her dress, she marched across the room to Letty. "Good-night, Letty.
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