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Well now, after all that, we fancy we hear our fair friends exclaim, 'Thank goodness, there's an end of Lord Scamperdale and his hunting; he has had a good run, and will rest quiet for a time; we shall now hear something of Amelia and Emily, and the doings at Jawleyford Court. Mistaken lady!
We fear our fair friends will expect something gay from the above heading lamps and flambeaux outside, fiddlers, feathers, and flirters in. Nothing of the sort, fair ladies nothing of the sort. Lord Scamperdale 'at home' simply means that his lordship was not out hunting, that he had got his dirty boots and breeches off, and dry tweeds and tartans on.
Sponge, having scattered Lord Scamperdale in the summary way described in our last chapter, let the chestnut gallop away, consoling himself with the idea that even if the hounds did hunt, it would be impossible for him to show his horse to advantage on so dark and unfavourable a day.
In Lord Scamperdale stamped, followed by his train-band bold, and Maria, the maid, being duly stationed in the passage, threw open the parlour door on the left, and discovered Mrs. Springwheat sitting in attitude. 'Well, my lady, and how are you? exclaimed his lordship, advancing gaily, and seizing both her pretty hands as she rose to receive him.
'That ass Jawleyford, as I live! exclaimed Jack, as the blue-coated servant now hove in sight. 'So it is! said Lord Scamperdale; 'the confounded humbug! 'This boy'll be after one of the young ladies, observed Jack; 'not one of the writing chaps we thought he was. 'Shouldn't wonder, replied Lord Scamperdale; adding, in an undertone, 'I vote we have a rise out of old Jaw.
Sponge; 'for there wasn't a soul there but myself, much to my horror, for I had a reg'lar row with old Scamperdale, and never a soul to back me. 'I did, replied Mr. Sponge; 'and a pretty passage of politeness we had of it. 'Indeed! 'Well, said Mr. Sponge, laying the brush lengthways before him on the table, as if he was going to demonstrate upon it.
The next day's post brought Viney the document unpaid, of course with a great 'Scamperdale' scrawled across the top; and forthwith it was decided that the steeple-chase should be called the 'Grand Aristocratic. Other names quickly followed, and it soon assumed an importance.
He has cut off the laps of a stunner tartan jacket, and looks like a great backgammon-board. He has got his head into an old gold-banded military foraging-cap, which comes down almost on to the rims of his great tortoise-shell spectacles. Lord Scamperdale stands with his hand on the horse's mane, talking earnestly to Jack, doubtless giving him his final instructions.
Jawleyford was all for sounding Sponge as to where he came from, and the situation of his property; for as yet, it must be remembered, he knew nothing of our friend, save what he had gleaned at Laverick Wells, where certainly all parties concurred in placing him high on the list of 'desirables, while Sponge wanted to talk about hunting, the meets of the hounds, and hear what sort of a man Lord Scamperdale was.
'Ah, Jawleyford, my dear fellow! exclaimed Lord Scamperdale, putting his horse on a few steps to meet him as he came flourishing up. 'Ah, Jawleyford, my dear fellow, I'm delighted to see you, extending a hand as he spoke.
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