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S80 THE ADVENTURES OF PHILIP
"What is the name of the little man who got so dismally
drunk, and began to cry about old Ringwood!"
"Twysden—the woman's brother. Don't you know Humbug
Twysden, the father? The youth is more offensive than the
parent."
" A most disgusting little beast. Would come to the Variétés,
because we said we were going : would go to Lamoignon's, where
the Russians gave a dance and a lansquenet. Why didn't you
come, Hely ?"
Mr. Hely. I tell you I hate the whole thing. Those painted
old actresses give me the horrors. What do I want with winning
Motcomb's money who hasn't got any ? Do you think it gives
me any pleasure to dance with old Caradol ? She puts me in mind
of my grandmother—only she is older. Do you think I want to go
and see that insane old Boutzoff leering at Corinne and Palmyrine,
and making a group of three old women together ? I wonder how
you fellows can go on. Aren't you tired of truffles and écrevisses
à la Bordelaise; and those old opera people, whose withered old
carcases are stuffed with them ?
The O'R. There was Cérisette, I give ye me honour. Ye never
saw. She fell asleep in her cheer ________
Mr. Lowndes, In her hwhat, O'R. ?
The O'R. Well, in her CHAIR then! And Figaroff smayred
her feece all over with the craym out of a Charlotte Roose. She's
a regular bird and moustache, you know, Cérisette has.
Mr. Hely, Charlotte, Charlotte ! Oh ! (He clutches his hair
madly. His elbows are on the table.)
Mr, Lowndes. It's that girl he meets at the tea-parties, where
he goes to be admired.
Mr. Hely. It is better to drink tea than, like you fellows, to
muddle what brains you have with bad champagne. It is better to
look, and to hear, and to see, and to dance with a modest girl, than,
like you fellows, to be capering about in taverns with painted old
hags like that old Cérisette, who has got a face like a pomme cuite,
and who danced before Lord Malmesbury at the Peace of Amiens.
She did, I tell you ; and before Napoleon.
Mr. Chesham (looks up from his writing). There was no
Napoleon then. It is of no consequence, but _______
Lowndes. Thank you, I owe you one. You're a most valuable
man, Chesham, and a credit to your father and mother.
Mr. Chesham. Well, the First Consul was Bonaparte.
Lowndes. I am obliged to you. I say I am obliged to you,
Chesham, and if you would like any refreshment, order it meis
sumptibus, old boy—at my expense.