The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 180: what you’re looking at

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= a eerie s-|j THE MYSTERIES OF THE COURT. 169 i “Is Mr. Boalby at home?” he at once inquired of tho landlady. “Yes, air,” she responded. “Pray walk up, air: I know that he will see you at once. He has packed up the mummy all ready to send home to your house——” “Capital!” ejaculated Mr. Fogsilton, with ac. cents of delight. “To tell you the truth, my dear madam—knowing from what you whispered to mo Yesterday, how poor Bealby was pressed for money —I was afraid that he might go and find another eastomer for that mummy of his; and I would not for the world have let it ‘slip through my fingers. I know it is at least three thousand years old—the state of the wrappers proves it.” “Pray walk up, sir: I know Mr. Bealby will be very glad to see you. He has sent out to hire a cart to take the mummy up to your house,” oon- tinued the garrulous landlady: “I dare say it will be here in a few minutes.” No. 74.—Fourth Sunine. “ Excellent!” ejaculated Mr. Fossilton. “Do you know, ma’am, there is food in that mummy ” “Food in the mummy, sir?” cried the land- lady, almost shrieking out in hor astonishment. “I mean food for the mind, my dear madam,” responded the archsologist,—“ food for a disquisi- tion of at least six hours! Ob, the pleasure of unfolding the wrappings of that munimy! Bat I believe that I am to hand over the price to you P” “ Well, not exactly, sir,” replied the landlady: “circumstances is now changed. Mr. Bealby is a very honourable gentleman—he has paid me my rent——But pray walk up, sir: he is just going to sit down to his breakfast; and his friend Mr. Limber—a very nice young gentleman, who brought him the money—will be back in a few minutes,” Bealby had heard the double knock at the front door: and at first he had thought it was Limber comicibooks.conm