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ON HIS WAY THROUGH THE WORLD 381<br />

Chesham. <strong>The</strong>se fellows will never be serious. (He resumes<br />

his writing.)<br />

Hely (iterum, but very low). Oh, Charlotte, Char __________<br />

Mr. Lowndes. Hely is raving about that girl—that girl with<br />

the horrible old mother in yellow, don't you remember? and old<br />

father—good old military party, in a shabby old coat—who was at<br />

the last ball. What was the name ? O'Rourke, what is the rhyme<br />

for Baynes ?<br />

<strong>The</strong> O'R. Pays, and be hanged to you. You're always makin'<br />

fun on me, you little cockney !<br />

Mr. Motcomb. Hely was just as bad about the Danish girl.<br />

You know, Walse, you composed ever so many verses to her, and<br />

wrote home to your mother to ask leave to marry her !<br />

<strong>The</strong> O'R. I'd think him big enough to marry without anybody's<br />

leave—only they wouldn't have him because he's so ugly.<br />

Mr. Hely. Very good, O'Rourke. Very neat and good. You<br />

were diverting the company with an anecdote. Will you<br />

proceed 1<br />

<strong>The</strong> O'R. Well, then, the Cérisette had been dancing both on<br />

and off the stage till she was dead tired, I suppose, and so she fell<br />

dead asleep, and Figaroff, taking the what-d'ye-call-'em out of the<br />

Charlotte Roose, smayred her face all _________<br />

Voice without. Deet Mosho RINGWOOD TWYSDEN, sivoplay,<br />

poor l'honorable Moshoo Lownds i<br />

Servant. Monsieur TWYSDEN !<br />

Mr. Twysden. Mr. Lowndes, how are you ?<br />

Mr. Lowndes. Very well, thank you ; how are you ?<br />

Mr. Hely. Lowndes is uncommonly brilliant to-day.<br />

Mr. Twysden. Not the worse for last night ? Some of us were<br />

a little elevated, I think !<br />

Mr. Lowndes. Some of us quite the reverse. (Little cad, what<br />

does he want ? Elevated ! he couldn't keep his little legs !)<br />

Mr. Twysden. Eh! Smoking, I see. Thank you. I very<br />

seldom do—but as you are so kind—puff. Eh—uncommonly<br />

handsome person that, eh—Madame Cérisette.<br />

<strong>The</strong> O'R. Thank ye for telling us.<br />

Mr. Lowndes. If she meets with your applause, Mr. Twysden,<br />

I should think Mademoiselle Cérisette is all right.<br />

<strong>The</strong> O'R. Maybe they'd raise her salary if ye told her.<br />

Mr. Twysden. Heh—I see you're chaffing me. We have a<br />

good deal of that kind of thing in Somerset—in our—in—hem!<br />

This tobacco is a little strong. I am a little shaky this morning.<br />

Who, by the way, is that Prince Boutzoff who played lansquenet<br />

with us? Is he one of the Livonian Boutzoffs, or one of the

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