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That bereaved lady, fifteen years older than he, fell presently at deadly feud with her only relative, Lady Scadgers; and, partly to spite her ladyship, and partly to maintain herself, went out at a salary. And here she was now, in her elderly days, with the Coriolanian style of nose and the dense black eyebrows which had captivated Sparsit, making Mr. Bounderby's tea as he took his breakfast.
When the father reached home, he sent a message to Mr. Bounderby's, desiring his son to come to him directly. The reply was, that Mr. Bounderby having missed him in the crowd, and seeing nothing of him since, had supposed him to be at Stone Lodge. 'I believe, father, said Louisa, 'he will not come back to town to-night. Mr. Gradgrind turned away, and said no more. Bounderby on his way there.
MR. BOUNDERBY'S first disquietude on hearing of his happiness, was occasioned by the necessity of imparting it to Mrs. Sparsit. He could not make up his mind how to do that, or what the consequences of the step might be.
'I have been thinking it over, you see, since the late affairs have happened, ma'am, said Bounderby; 'and it appears to my poor judgment 'Oh! Pray, sir, Mrs. Sparsit interposed, with sprightly cheerfulness, 'don't disparage your judgment. Everybody knows how unerring Mr. Bounderby's judgment is. Everybody has had proofs of it. It must be the theme of general conversation.
She made him her stately curtsey in the garden, one morning before breakfast. 'It appears but yesterday, sir, said Mrs. Sparsit, 'that I had the honour of receiving you at the Bank, when you were so good as to wish to be made acquainted with Mr. Bounderby's address. 'An occasion, I am sure, not to be forgotten by myself in the course of Ages, said Mr. Harthouse, inclining his head to Mrs.
'Formed his daughter on his own model? suggested Harthouse. 'His daughter? Ah! and everybody else. Why, he formed Me that way! said Tom. 'Impossible! 'He did, though, said Tom, shaking his head. 'I mean to say, Mr. Harthouse, that when I first left home and went to old Bounderby's, I was as flat as a warming-pan, and knew no more about life, than any oyster does. 'Come, Tom!
It has not been, sir, without some trouble that I have effected this; but trouble in your service is to me a pleasure, and hunger, thirst, and cold a real gratification. Here Mrs. Sparsit ceased; for Mr. Bounderby's visage exhibited an extraordinary combination of all possible colours and expressions of discomfiture, as old Mrs. Pegler was disclosed to his view.
'What a game girl you are, to be such a first-rate sister, Loo! whispered Tom. She clung to him as she should have clung to some far better nature that day, and was a little shaken in her reserved composure for the first time. 'Old Bounderby's quite ready, said Tom. 'Time's up. Good-bye! I shall be on the look-out for you, when you come back. I say, my dear Loo! AN'T it uncommonly jolly now!
Bounderby put in with a loud laugh. 'No, by the Lord Harry! Nor I! 'Her father always had it in his head, resumed Childers, feigning unconsciousness of Mr. Bounderby's existence, 'that she was to be taught the deuce-and-all of education. How it got into his head, I can't say; I can only say that it never got out.
But I'd liefer you'd hearn the truth concernin myseln, fro my lips than fro onny other man's, though I never cud'n speak afore so monny, wi'out bein moydert and muddled. Slackbridge shook his head as if he would shake it off, in his bitterness. 'I'm th' one single Hand in Bounderby's mill, o' a' the men theer, as don't coom in wi' th' proposed reg'lations. I canna coom in wi' 'em.
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