The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 246: what you’re looking at

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THE MYSTERIRS OF THE COURT. a The waiter promised inatantaneous compliance with all the instructions he had received; and as he retired from the room the Marquis of Brandy- ford sent the cushion of a chair spinning after him —but the domestic, who was well on his guard against his lordship’s tricks, nimbly avoided the missile. The freak however caused the entire party to laugh immoderately; and Lord Planta- genet Tithtide declared that it was “ekthellenth sporth;” while the Count exclaimed, “Vare good! vare good |” In the Course of half-an-hour the private sit- ting-room was announced to be in readiness; and thither the aristocratic company repaired, the Marquis of Brandyford tripping up a commercial traveller whom they met upon the stairs, and then gravely eed to him for the “accidental occurrence.” excited another burst of ea de! laughter, which was prolonged by the eile of the said humorous Mar- 80 quis kissing an old charwoman of seventy who was clearing away some things upon the landing. The room to which the waiter eacorted the party, was the best in the house: for although the landlord was fally prepared to find everything smashed to pieces in the morning, he was equally aware that his bill for the damage would be libe- rally paid—and indeed, he was not altogether sorry at the prospect of thus having an oppor- tunity of furnishing that particular apartment anew. A blazing fire roared half-way up the chimney—deasert, wine, and materials for punch were spread upon the table—and a box of cigars likewise greeted the view of the aristocratic con- vivialists. “ Now we'll make ourselves comfortable till the morning,” said the Honourable George Macna- mara, “And I'll brew the punch,” exclaimed Lieu- tenant Apsley, tacking up his.coat-sloeves, comliclbooks.com