To reconcile these two men was impossible, after such a quarrel as that described in the last chapter. The only chance of peace was to keep the two men apart. If they met, they would fly at each other. Mugford always persisted that he could have got the better of his great hulking sub-editor, who did not know the use of his fists. In Mugford’s youthful time, bruising1 was a fashionable art; and the old gentleman still believed in his own skill and prowess. “Don’t tell me,” he would say; “though the fellar is as big as a life-guardsman, I would have doubled him up in two minutes.” I am very glad, for poor Charlotte’s sake and his own, that Philip did not undergo the doubling-up process. He himself felt such a wrath2 and surprise at his employer as, I suppose, a lion does when a little dog attacks him. I should not like to be that little dog; nor does my modest and peaceful nature at all prompt and impel3 me to combat with lions.
It was mighty4 well Mr. Philip Firmin had shown his spirit, and quarrelled with his bread-and-butter; but when Saturday came, what philanthropist would hand four sovereigns and four shillings over to Mr. F., as Mr. Burjoyce, the publisher of the Pall5 Mall Gazette, had been accustomed to do? I will say for my friend that a still keener remorse6 than that which he felt about money thrown away attended him when he found that Mrs. Woolsey, towards whom he had cast a sidelong stone of persecution7, was a most respectable and honourable8 lady. “I should like to go, sir, and grovel9 before her,” Philip said, in his energetic way. “If I see that tailor, I will request him to put his foot on my head, and trample10 on me with his highlows. Oh, for shame! for shame! Shall I never learn charity towards my neighbours, and always go on believing in the lies which people tell me? When I meet that scoundrel Trail at the club, I must chastise11 him. How dared he take away the reputation of an honest woman?” Philip’s friends besought12 him, for the sake of society and peace, not to carry this quarrel farther. “If,” we said, “every woman whom Trail has maligned13 had a champion who should box Trail’s ears at the club, what a vulgar, quarrelsome place that club would become! My dear Philip, did you ever know Mr. Trail say a good word of man or woman?” and by these or similar entreaties14 and arguments, we succeeded in keeping the Queen’s peace.
Yes: but how find another Pall Mall Gazette? Had Philip possessed15 seven thousand pounds in the three per cents., his income would have been no greater than that which he drew from Mugford’s faithful bank. Ah! how wonderful ways and means are! When I think how this very line, this very word, which I am writing represents money, I am lost in a respectful astonishment16. A man takes his own case, as he says his own prayers, on behalf of himself and his family. I am paid, we will say, for the sake of illustration, at the rate of sixpence per line. With the words “Ah, how wonderful,” to the words “per line,” I can buy a loaf, a piece of butter, a jug17 of milk, a modicum18 of tea, — actually enough to make breakfast for the family; and the servants of the house; and the charwoman, their servant, can shake up the tea-leaves with a fresh supply of water, sop19 the crusts, and get a meal, tant bien que mal. Wife, children, guests, servants, charwoman, we are all actually making a meal off Philip Firmin’s bones as it were. And my next-door neighbour, whom I see marching away to chambers20, umbrella in hand? And next door but one, the city man? And next door but two the doctor! — I know the baker21 has left loaves at every one of their doors this morning, that all their chimnies are smoking, and they will all have breakfast. Ah, thank God for it! I hope, friend, you and I are not too proud to ask for our daily bread, and to be grateful for getting it? Mr. Philip had to work for his, in care and trouble, like other children of men:— to work for it, and I hope to pray for it, too. It is a thought to me awful and beautiful, that of the daily prayer, and of the myriads22 of fellow-men uttering it, in care and in sickness, in doubt and in poverty, in health and in wealth. Panem nostrum23 da nobis hodie. Philip whispers it by the bedside where wife and child lie sleeping, and goes to his early labour with a stouter24 heart: as he creeps to his rest when the day’s labour is over, and the quotidian25 bread is earned, and breathes his hushed thanks to the bountiful Giver of the meal. All over this world what an endless chorus is singing of love, and thanks, and prayer. Day tells to day the wondrous26 story, and night recounts it unto night. — How do I come to think of a sunrise which I saw near twenty years ago on the Nile, when the river and sky flushed and glowed with the dawning light, and as the luminary27 appeared, the boatmen knelt on the rosy28 deck, and adored Allah? So, as thy sun rises, friend, over the humble29 housetops round about your home, shall you wake many and many a day to duty and labour. May the task have been honestly done when the night comes; and the steward30 deal kindly31 with the labourer.
So two of Philip’s cables cracked and gave way after a very brief strain, and the poor fellow held by nothing now but that wonderful European Review established by the mysterious Tregarvan. Actors, a people of superstitions32 and traditions, opine that heaven, in some mysterious way, makes managers for their benefit. In like manner, Review proprietors33 are sent to provide the pabulum for us men of letters. With what complacency did my wife listen to the somewhat long-winded and pompous34 oratory35 of Tregarvan! He pompous and commonplace? Tregarvan spoke36 with excellent good sense. That wily woman never showed she was tired of his conversation. She praised him to Philip behind his back, and would not allow a word in his disparagement37. As a doctor will punch your chest, your liver, your heart, listen at your lungs, squeeze your pulse, and what not, so this practitioner38 studied, shampooed, auscultated Tregarvan. Of course, he allowed himself to be operated upon. Of course, he had no idea that the lady was flattering, wheedling39, humbugging him; but thought that he was a very well-informed, eloquent40 man, who had seen and read a great deal, and had an agreeable method of imparting his knowledge, and that the lady in question was a sensible woman, naturally eager for more information. Go, Dalilah! I understand your tricks! I know many another Omphale in London, who will coax41 Hercules away from his club, to come and listen to her wheedling talk.
One great difficulty we had was to make Philip read Tregarvan’s own articles in the Review. He at first said he could not, or that he could not remember them; so that there was no use in reading them. And Philip’s new master used to make artful allusions42 to his own writings in the course of conversation, so that our unwary friend would find himself under examination in any casual interview with Tregarvan, whose opinions on free-trade, malt-tax, income-tax, designs of Russia, or what not,might be accepted or denied, but ought at least to be known. We actually made Philip get up his owner’s articles. We put questions to him, privily43, regarding them — “coached” him, according to the university phrase. My wife humbugged that wretched Member of Parliament in a way which makes me shudder44, when I think of what hypocrisy45 the sex is capable. Those arts and dissimulations with which she wheedles46 others, suppose she exercise them on me? Horrible thought! No, angel! To others thou mayst be a coaxing47 hypocrite; to me thou art all candour! Other men may have been humbugged by other women; but I am not to be taken in by that sort of thing; and thou art all candour!
We had then so much per annum as editor. We were paid, besides, for our articles. We had really a snug48 little pension out of this Review, and we prayed it might last for ever. We might write a novel. We might contribute articles to a daily paper; get a little parliamentary practice as a barrister. We actually did get Philip into a railway case or two, and my wife must be coaxing and hugging solicitors’ ladies, as she had wheedled49 and coaxed50 Members of Parliament. Why, I do believe my Dalilah set up a flirtation51 with old Bishop52 Crossticks, with an idea of getting her protégé a living; and though the lady indignatly repudiates53 this charge, will she be pleased to explain how the bishop’s sermons were so outrageously55 praised in the Review?
Philip’s roughness and frankness did not displease56 Tregarvan, to the wonder of us all, who trembled lest he should lose this as he had lost his former place. Tregarvan had more country-houses than one, and at these not only was the editor of the Review made welcome, but the editor’s wife and children, whom Tregarvan’s wife took in especial regard. In London, Lady Mary had assemblies, where our little friend Charlotte made her appearance; and half-a-dozen times in the course of the season the wealthy Cornish gentleman feasted his retainers of the Review. His wine was excellent and old; his jokes were old, too; his table pompous, grave, plentiful57. If Philip was to eat the bread of dependence58, the loaf was here very kindly prepared for him; and he ate it humbly59, and with not too much grumbling60. This diet chokes some proud stomachs and disagrees with them; but Philip was very humble now, and of a nature grateful for kindness. He is one who requires the help of friends, and can accept benefits without losing independence — not all men’s gifts, but some men’s, whom he repays not only with coin, but with an immense affection and gratitude61. How that man did laugh at my witticisms62! How he worshipped the ground on which my wife walked! He elected himself our champion. He quarrelled with other people, who found fault with our characters, or would not see our perfections. There was something affecting in the way in which this big man took the humble place. We could do no wrong in his eyes; and woe63 betide the man who spoke disparagingly64 of us in his presence!
One day, at his patron’s table, Philip exercised his valour and championship in our behalf by defending us against the evil speaking of that Mr. Trail, who has been mentioned before as a gentleman difficult to please, and credulous65 of ill regarding his neighbour. The talk happened to fall upon the character of the reader’s most humble servant, and Trail, as may be imagined, spared me no more than the rest of mankind. Would you like to be liked by all people? That would be a reason why Trail should hate you. Were you an angel fresh dropped from the skies, he would espy66 dirt on your robe, and a black feather or two in your wing. As for me, I know I am not angelical at all; and in walking my native earth, can’t help a little mud on my trousers. Well: Mr. Trail began to paint my portrait, laying on those dark shadows which that well-known master is in the habit of employing. I was a parasite67 of the nobility; I was a heartless sycophant68, house-breaker, drunkard, murderer, returned convict, With a little imagination, Mrs. Candour can fill up the outline, and arrange the colours so as to suit her amiable69 fancy.
Philip had come late to dinner; of this fault, I must confess, he is guilty only too often. The company were at table; he took the only place vacant, and this happened to be at the side of Mr. Trail. On Trail’s other side was a portly individual of a healthy and rosy countenance70 and voluminous white waistcoat, to whom Trail directed much of his amiable talk, and whom he addressed once or twice as Sir John. Once or twice already we have seen how Philip has quarrelled at table. He cried mea culpa loudly and honestly enough. He made vows71 of reform in this particular. He succeeded, dearly beloved brethren, not much worse or better than you and I do, who confess our faults, and go on promising72 to improve, and stumbling and picking ourselves up every day. The pavement of life is strewed73 with orange-peel; and who has not slipped on the flags?
“He is the most conceited74 man in London," — Trail was going on, “and one of the most worldly. He will throw over a colonel to dine with a general. He wouldn’t throw over you two baronets — he is a great deal too shrewd a fellow for that. He wouldn’t give you up, perhaps, to dine with a lord; but any ordinary baronet he would.”
“And why not us as well as the rest?” asks Tregarvan, who seemed amused at the speaker’s chatter76.
“Because you are not like common baronets at all. Because your estates are a great deal too large. Because, I suppose, you might either of you go to the Upper House any day. Because, as an author, he may be supposed to be afraid of a certain Review,” cries Trail, with a loud laugh.
“Trail is speaking of a friend of yours,” said the host, nodding and smiling to the new comer.
“Very lucky for my friend,” growls77 Philip, and eats his soup in silence.
“By the way, that article of his on Madame de Sévigné is poor stuff. No knowledge of the period. Three gross blunders in French. A man can’t write of French society unless he has lived in French society. What does Pendennis know of it? A man who makes blunders like those can’t understand French. A man who can’t speak French can’t get on in French society. Therefore he can’t write about French society. All these propositions are clear enough. Thank you. Dry champagne78, if you please. He is enormously overrated, I tell you; and so is his wife. They used to put her forward as a beauty: and she is only a dowdy79 woman out of a nursery. She has no style about her.”
“She is only one of the best women in the world,” Mr. Firmin called out, turning very red; and hereupon entered into a defence of our characters, and pronounced a eulogium upon both and each of us, in which I hope there was some little truth. However, he spoke with great enthusiasm, and Mr. Trail found himself in a minority.
“You are right to stand up for your friends, Firmin!” cried the host. “Let me introduce you to — ”
“Let me introduce myself,” said the gentleman on the other side of Mr. Trail. “Mr. Firmin, you and I are kinsmen80, — I am Sir John Ringwood.” And Sir John reached a hand to Philip across Trail’s chair. They talked a great deal together in the course of the evening: and when Mr. Trail found that the great county gentleman was friendly and familiar with Philip, and claimed a relationship with him, his manner towards Firmin altered. He pronounced afterwards a warm eulogy82 upon Sir John for his frankness and good nature in recognizing his unfortunate relative, and charitably said, “Philip might not be like the doctor, and could not help having a rogue83 for a father.” In former days, Trail had eaten and drunken freely at that rogue’s table. But we must have truth, you know, before all things: and if your own brother has committed a sin, common justice requires that you should stone him.
In former days, and not long after Lord Ringwood’s death, Philip had left his card at this kinsman84’s door, and Sir John’s butler, driving in his master’s brougham, had left a card upon Philip, who was not over well pleased by this acknowledgment of his civility, and, in fact, employed abusive epithets85 when he spoke of the transaction. But when the two gentlemen actually met, their intercourse86 was kindly and pleasant enough. Sir John listened to his relative’s talk — and it appears, Philip comported87 himself with his usual free and easy manner — with interest and curiosity; and owned afterwards that evil tongues had previously88 been busy with the young man’s character, and that slander89 and untruth had been spoken regarding him. In this respect, if Philip is worse off than his neighbours, I can only say his neighbours are fortunate.
Two days after the meeting of the cousins, the transquillity of Thornhaugh Street was disturbed by the appearance of a magnificent yellow chariot, with crests90, hammer-cloths, a bewigged coachman, and a powdered footman. Betsy, the nurse, who was going to take baby out for a walk, encountered this giant on the threshold of Mrs. Brandon’s door: and a lady within the chariot delivered three cards to the tall menial, who transferred them to Betsy. And Betsy persisted in saying that the lady in the carriage admired baby very much, and asked its age, at which baby’s mamma was not in the least surprised. In due course, an invitation to dinner followed, and our friends became acquainted with their kinsfolk.
If you have a good memory for pedigrees — and in my youthful time every man de bonne maison studied genealogies91, and had his English families in his memory — you know that this Sir John Ringwood, who succeeded to the principal portion of the estates, but not to the titles of the late earl, was descended92 from a mutual93 ancestor, a Sir John, whose elder son was ennobled (temp Geo. I.), whilst the second son, following the legal profession, became a judge, and had a son, who became a baronet, and who begat that present Sir John who has just been shaking hands with Philip across Trail’s back. [Note: Copied, by permission of P. Firmin, Esq., from the Genealogical Tree in his possession.] Thus the two men were cousins; and in right of the heiress, his poor mother, Philip might quarter the Ringwood arms on his carriage whenever he drove out. These, you know, are argent, a dexter sinople on a fesse wavy95 of the first — or pick out, my dear friend, any coat you like out of the whole heraldic wardrobe, and accommodate it to our friend Firmin.
When he was a young man at college, Philip had dabbled96 a little in this queer science of heraldry, and used to try and believe the legends about his ancestry97, which his fond mother imparted to him. He had a great book-plate made for himself, with a prodigious98 number of quarterings, and could recite the alliances by which such and such a quartering came into his shield. His father rather confirmed these histories, and spoke of them and of his wife’s noble family with much respect: and Philip, artlessly whispering to a vulgar boy at school that he was descended from King John, was thrashed very unkindly by the vulgar upper boy, and nicknamed King John for many a long day after. I daresay many other gentlemen who profess94 to trace their descent from ancient kings have no better or worse authority for their pedigree than friend Philip.
When our friend paid his second visit to Sir John Ringwood, he was introduced to his kinsman’s library; a great family tree hung over the mantelpiece, surrounded by a whole gallery of defunct99 Ringwoods, of whom the baronet was now the representative. He quoted to Philip the hackneyed old Ovidian lines (some score of years ago a great deal of that old coin was current in conversation). As for family, he said, and ancestors, and what we have not done ourselves, these things we can hardly call ours. Sir John gave Philip to understand that he was a staunch liberal. Sir John was for going with the age. Sir John had fired a shot from the Paris barricades100. Sir John was for the rights of man everywhere all over the world. He had pictures of Franklin, Lafayette, Washington, and the first Consul101 Bonaparte, on his walls along with his ancestors. He had lithograph102 copies of Magna Charta, the Declaration of American Independence, and the Signatures to the Death of Charles I. He did not scruple103 to own his preference for republican institutions. He wished to know what right had any man — the late Lord Ringwood, for example — to sit in a hereditary104 House of Peers and legislate105 over him? That lord had had a son, Cinqbars, who died many years before, a victim of his own follies106 and debaucheries. Had Lord Cinqbars survived his father, he would now be sitting an earl in the House of Peers — the most ignorant young man, the most unprincipled young man, reckless, dissolute, of the feeblest intellect, and the worst life. Well, had he lived and inherited the Ringwood property, that creature would have been an earl: whereas he, Sir John, his superior in morals, in character, in intellect, his equal in point of birth (for had they not both a common ancestor?) was Sir John still. The inequalities in men’s chances in life were monstrous107 and ridiculous. He was determined108, henceforth, to look at a man for himself alone, and not esteem109 him for any of the absurd caprices of fortune.
As the republican was talking to his relative, a servant came into the room and whispered to his master that the plumber110 had come with his bill as by appointment; upon which Sir John rose up in a fury, asked the servant how he dared to disturb him, and bade him tell the plumber to go to the lowest depths of Tartarus. Nothing could equal the insolence111 and rapacity112 of tradesmen, he said, except the insolence and idleness of servants; and he called this one back, and asked him how he dared to leave the fire in that state? — stormed and raged at him with a volubility which astonished his new acquaintance; and, the man being gone, resumed his previous subject of conversation, viz., natural equality and the outrageous54 injustice113 of the present social system. After talking for half an hour, during which Philip found that he himself could hardly find an opportunity of uttering a word, Sir John took out his watch, and got up from his chair; at which hint Philip too rose, not sorry to bring the interview to an end. And herewith Sir John accompanied his kinsman into the hall, and to the street-door, before which the baronet’s groom114 was riding, leading his master’s horse. And Philip heard the baronet using violent language to the groom, as he had done to the servant within doors. Why, the army in Flanders did not swear more terribly than this admirer of republican institutions and advocate of the rights of man.
Philip was not allowed to go away without appointing a day when he and his wife would partake of their kinsman’s hospitality. On this occasion, Mrs. Philip comported herself with so much grace and simplicity115, that Sir John and Lady Ringwood pronounced her to be a very pleasing and ladylike person; and I daresay wondered how a person in her rank of life could have acquired manners that were so refined and agreeable. Lady Ringwood asked after the child which she had seen, praised its beauty; of course, won the mother’s heart, and thereby116 caused her to speak with perhaps more freedom than she would otherwise have felt at a first interview. Mrs. Philip has a dainty touch on the piano, and a sweet singing voice that is charmingly true and neat. She performed after dinner some of the songs of her little répertoire, and pleased her audience. Lady Ringwood loved good music, and was herself a fine performer of the ancient school, when she played Haydn and Mozart under the tuition of good old Sir George Thrum. The tall and handsome beneficed clergyman who acted as major-domo of Sir John’s establishment, placed a parcel in the carriage when Mr. and Mrs. Philip took their leave, and announced with much respectful deference117 that the cab was paid. Our friends no doubt would have preferred to dispense118 with this ceremony; but it is ill looking even a gift cab-horse in the mouth, and so Philip was a gainer of some two shillings by his kinsman’s liberality.
When Charlotte came to open the parcel which majordomo, with his lady’s compliments, had placed in the cab, I fear she did not exhibit that elation81 which we ought to feel for the favours of our friends. A couple of little frocks, of the cut of George IV., some little red shoes of the same period, some crumpled119 sashes, and other small articles of wearing apparel, by her ladyship’s order by her ladyship’s lady’s-maid; and Lady Ringwood kissing Charlotte at her departure, told her that she had caused this little packet to be put away for her. “H’m,” says Philip, only half pleased. “Suppose, Sir John had told his butler to put up one of his blue coats and brass120 buttons for me, as well as pay the cab?”
“If it was meant in kindness, Philip, we must not be angry,” pleaded Philip’s wife; — “and I am sure if you had heard her and the Miss Ringwoods speak of baby, you would like them as I intend to do.”
But Mrs. Philip never put those mouldy old red shoes upon baby; and as for the little frocks, children’s frocks are made so much fuller now that Lady Ringwood’s presents did not answer at all. Charlotte managed to furbish up a sash, and a pair of epaulets for her child — epaulets are they called? Shoulder-knots — what you will, ladies; and with these ornaments121 Miss Firmin was presented to Lady Ringwood and some of her family.
The goodwill122 of these new-found relatives of Philip’s was laborious123, was evident, and yet I must say was not altogether agreeable. At the first period of their intercourse — for this, too, I am sorry to say, came to an end, or presently suffered interruption — tokens of affection in the shape of farm produce, country butter and poultry124, and actual butcher’s meat, came from Berkeley Square to Thornhaugh Street. The Duke of Double-Glo’ster I know is much richer than you are; but if he were to offer to make you a present of half-a-crown, I doubt whether you would be quite pleased. And so with Philip and his relatives. A hamper125 brought in the brougham, containing hot-house grapes and country butter is very well, but a leg of mutton I own was a gift that was rather tough to swallow. It was tough. That point we ascertained126 and established amongst roars of laughter one day when we dined with our friends. Did Lady Ringwood send a sack of turnips127 in the brougham too? In a word, we ate Sir John’s mutton, and we laughed at him, and be sure many a man has done the same by you and me. Last Friday, for instance, as Jones and Brown go away after dining with your humble servant. “Did you ever see such profusion128 and extravagance?” asks Brown. “Profusion and extravagance!” cries Jones, that well-known epicure129. “I never saw anything so shabby in my life. What does the fellow mean by asking me to such a dinner?” “True,” says the other, “it was an abominable130 dinner, Jones, as you justly say; but it was very profuse131 in him to give it. Don’t you see?” and so both our good friends are agreed.
Ere many days were over the great yellow chariot and its powdered attendants again made their appearance before Mrs. Brandon’s modest door in Thornhaugh Street, and Lady Ringwood and two daughters descended from the carriage and made their way to Mr. Philip’s apartments in the second floor, just as that worthy132 gentleman was sitting down to dinner with his wife. Lady Ringwood, bent133 upon being gracious, was in ecstasies134 with everythings he saw — a clean house — a nice little maid — pretty picturesque135 rooms — odd rooms — and what charming pictures! Several of these were the work of the fond pencil of poor J. J., who, as has been told, had painted Philip’s beard and Charlotte’s eyebrow136, and Charlotte’s baby a thousand and a thousand times. “May we come in? Are we disturbing you? What dear little bits of china! What a beautiful mug, Mr. Firmin!” This was poor J. J.’s present to his goddaughter. “How nice the luncheon137 looks! Dinner is it? How pleasant to dine at this hour!” The ladies were determined to be charmed with everything round about them.
“We are dining on your poultry. May we offer some to you and Miss Ringwood,” says the master of the house.
“Why don’t you dine in the dining-room? Why do you dine in a bedroom?” asks Franklin Ringwood, the interesting young son of the Baron75 of Ringwood.
“Somebody else lives in the parlour,” says Mrs. Philip. On which the boy remarks, “We have two dining-rooms in Berkeley Square. I mean for us, besides papa’s study, which I mustn’t go into. And the servants have two dining-rooms and — ”
“Hush!” here cries mamma, with the usual remark regarding the beauty of silence in little boys.
But Franklin persists, in spite of the “Hushes:” “And so we have at Ringwood; and at Whipham there’s ever so many dining-rooms — ever so many — and I like Whipham a great deal better than Ringwood, because my pony138 is at Whipham. You have not got a pony. You are too poor.”
“Franklin!”
“You said he was too poor; and you would not have had chickens if we had not given them to you. Mamma, you know you said they were very poor, and would like them.”
And here mamma looked red, and I daresay Philip’s cheeks and ears tingled139, and for once Mrs. Philip was thankful at hearing her baby cry, for it gave her a pretext140 for leaving the room and flying to the nursery, whither the other two ladies accompanied her.
Meanwhile Master Franklin went on with his artless conversation. “Mr. Philip, why do they say you are wicked? You do not look wicked; and I am sure Mrs. Philip does not look wicked — she looks very good.”
“Who says I am wicked?” asks Mr. Firmin of his candid141 young relative.
“Oh, ever so many! Cousin Ringwood says so; and Blanche says so; and Woolcomb says so; only I don’t like him, he’s so very brown. And when they heard you had been to dinner, ‘Has that beast been here?’ Ringwood says. And I don’t like him a bit. But I like you, at least I think I do. You only have oranges for dessert. We always have lots of things for dessert at home. You don’t, I suppose, because you’ve got no money — only a very little.”
“Well: I have got only a very little,” says Philip.
“I have some — ever so much. And I’ll buy something for your wife; and I shall like to have you better at home than Blanche, and Ringwood, and that Woolcomb; and they never give me anything. You can’t, you know; because you are so very poor — you are; but we’ll often send you things, I daresay. And I’ll have an orange, please, thank you. And there’s a chap at our school, and his name is Suckling, and he ate eighteen oranges, and wouldn’t give one away to anybody. Wasn’t he a greedy pig? And I have wine with my oranges — I do: a glass of wine — thank you. That’s jolly. But you don’t have it often, I suppose, because you’re so very poor.”
I am glad Philip’s infant could not understand, being yet of too tender age, the compliments which Lady Ringwood and her daughter passed upon her. As it was, the compliments charmed the mother, for whom indeed they were intended, and did not inflame142 the unconscious baby’s vanity.
“What would the polite mamma and sister have said, if they had heard that unlucky Franklin’s prattle143?” The boy’s simplicity amused his tall cousin. “Yes,” says Philip, “we are very poor, but we are very happy, and don’t mind — that’s the truth.”
“Mademoiselle, that’s the German governess, said she wondered how you could live at all; and I don’t think you could if you ate as much as she did. You should see her eat; she is such a oner at eating. Fred, my brother, that’s the one who is at college, one day tried to see how Mademoiselle Wallfisch could eat, and she had twice of soup, and then she said sivoplay; and then twice of fish, and she said sivoplay for more: and then she had roast mutton — no, I think, roast beef it was; and she eats the pease with her knife: and then she had raspberry jam pudding, and ever so much beer, and then — ” But what came then we never shall know; because while young Franklin was choking with laughter (accompanied with a large piece of orange) at the ridiculous recollection of Miss Wallfisch’s appetite, his mamma and sister came downstairs from Charlotte’s nursery, and brought the dear boy’s conversation to an end. The ladies chose to go home, delighted with Philip, baby, Charlotte. Everything was so proper. Everything was so nice. Mrs. Firmin was so ladylike. The fine ladies watched her, and her behaviour, with that curiosity which the Brobdingnag ladies displayed when they held up little Gulliver on their palms, and saw him bow, smile, dance, draw his sword, and take off his hat, just like a man.
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eyebrow
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