Pickwick Abroad: A Companion to the Pickwick Papers — page 95: what you’re looking at

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\ Vv : i 4 present servitors had bestowed upc . a vy Bill,’ observed the pastry-cook’s elder ap- prentice ; “but if I didn’t see the sassage- roll a-dancin’ away last night at Musard’s, .. and like bricks too, ’'m no gen’leman. » “ How very odd,” responded Mr, William ; ' “for I myself seed the weal oe yn his pipe at the Cafe Ture like a good ’un. Blest; if he didn’t blow a cloud just like a steam-hingin o’ height and forty ’orse power. Vonderful | vonderful! - | ' “The spiced cake gived me a bender for myself yesterday arternoon,’ continued the first gentleman, who, if he had ever so good a coat of axgidlillad but, very bad arms to his coat; “an’ very handsome it were too, see- ing that I let the ginger-beer cork jump into Ais eye on purpose a few days ago.” ~ “The devil he did! But I suppose mis- sus took half as usual,” said he with the proenomen of Bill. “Oh! in course,” responded the other ; “which was just the same trick as she played me when the gingy-bread-nut pre- sented me with the five-frane piece for woppin’ the little boy as insulted him at the church door. But here comes the raspberry- tart—so don’t talk to me no more; I can’t bear it.” a a ha As Mr, Winkle walked into the shop the two boys began to busy themselves, the one with handing him a chair, and the other with ing it away and bringing it back again, while the Pickwickian commenced a despe- rate attack upon the luscious compositions to which he owed the appropriate “ Who's them parcels for, Bil ” demanded the younger shop-boy, pointing to several paper envelopes, with tolerably solid con- tents. “ That lady as can’t pay her bill,” was the reply: “an missus says if so be she don’t give the money, the goods isn’t to be left. Lor! you kn who she is!” added the boy in a tone somewhat above a whisper : “don’t you recollect that ere ’ooman as called herself— ¢” The waiter breathed the name, and the tart fell from Mr. Winkle’s hands. “Oh, aye!” exclaimed William: “and now she passes herself off as—” The name was. once more conveyed in a whixper: but it produced a sudden and vi- olent effect on Mr. Winkle, if the two boys judge by the haste with which he threw down a franc and never waited for the change, and then vanished from the shop as speedily as he could, e . e: PICKWICK ABROAD. &3 a The fact is, that, only a few moments be- fore, Mr. Tupman had parted with Mr Winkle close by the Madeleine, and the lat- ter returned upon his steps to imbibe a small. lunch at the shop of the pastry-cook aforesaid, while the former hastened to Madame de I’ Amour’s abode in the, R in fod Taitbout. This he had no difficulty ing, as the swite of apartments inhabited by that lady was immediately over the one occupied by Mrs. Weston. So Mr. Tup- man’s heart palpitated violently against a well-stored pocket-book, as he was ushered into the identical drawing-room through which Mr. Winkle had passed the day be- fore. ; Now itappears, that Madame de Amour had desired her seryant to show Mr. Winkle straight into the sacred boudowr so soon as he should make his appearance, and to bid, any other less welcome guest to cool him- self in the reception-room, until such time as it might suit the convenience of the pre- siding Goddess of the region to enlighten him with her smiles, The servant, having thus obeyed her mistress’s orders in respect to Mr. ‘l'upman, hastened to inform that lady of his august presence, whereupon the following dialogue must be supposed to have occurred in the native tongue of those highly respectable females. | “What sort of a person is he ?” inquired Madame de I Amour. “Not very much unlike the Marquis, ‘Madam,” was the reply. ) “In person, then, he resembles—” con- tinued Madame de l Amour. | “The Count in many respects,” added the lady’s maid. “Ah! he is short and stout? observed the beautiful widow. “Just for all the world like the German Baron, Madam,” was the answer. a “ Well-dressed ?” was the next question suggested by the very natural and truly high-bred curiosity of the fair lady. “One would think he had borrowed a suit of clothes from the Belgian Consul,” returned the domestic, as she arrangedgher cap in the ,ooking-glass. “The nasty jfel- low | he tumbled all my head-dress for me !” “« And what is his name?” at length in- uired Madame de ! Amour. “Ah! that I forgot to ask!” exclaimed the lady’s maid ; and in a moment she had disappeared, in another obtained the re- Giiired cap a Yee a second time, and in a third GOMIIGIOO information at the risk of having her © — bag! a > _— ees) ih CO