. Denis Duval, Lovel the widower, The Wolves and the lamb, The second funeral of Napoleon ... with illustrations by the author and by Frederick Walker . aras Halls and her Poor Marianne. She used to bully Fred so, and beso rude to his guests, that in order to pacify her, he wouldmeanly say, Do, my love, let us have a little music!and thrumpty—thrumpty, off would go her gloves, and Taras Halls would begin. The harp that once,indeed! the accursed catgut scarce knew any othermusic, and once was a hundred times at least in myhearing. Then came the period when I was treated tothe cold joint which I
. Denis Duval, Lovel the widower, The Wolves and the lamb, The second funeral of Napoleon ... with illustrations by the author and by Frederick Walker . aras Halls and her Poor Marianne. She used to bully Fred so, and beso rude to his guests, that in order to pacify her, he wouldmeanly say, Do, my love, let us have a little music!and thrumpty—thrumpty, off would go her gloves, and Taras Halls would begin. The harp that once,indeed! the accursed catgut scarce knew any othermusic, and once was a hundred times at least in myhearing. Then came the period when I was treated tothe cold joint which I have mentioned; and, not likingit, I gave up going to Shrublands. So, too, did my Lady Baker, but not of her own freewill, mind you. She did not quit the premises becauseher reception was too cold, but because the house wasmade a great deal too hot for her. I remember Fredcoming to me in high spirits, and describing to me, withno little humour, a great battle between Cecilia and LadyBaker, and her ladyships defeat and flight. She fled,however, only as far as Putney village, where she formedagain, as it were, and fortified herself in a I am Referred to Cecilia THE BACHELOR OF BEAK STREET 225 Next day she made a desperate and feeble attack, pre-senting herself at Shrublands lodge-gate, and threaten-ing that she and sorrow would sit down before it; andthat all the world should know how a daughter treatedher mother. But the gate was locked, and Barnet, thegardener, appeared behind it, saying, Since you arecome, my lady, perhaps you will pay my missis the four-and-twenty shillings you borrowed of her. And hegrinned at her through the bars, until she fled beforehim, cowering. Lovel paid the little forgotten account;the best four-and-twenty shillings he had ever laid out,he said. Eight years passed away; during the last four ofwhich I scarce saw my old friend, except at clubs andtaverns, where we met privily, and renewed, not oldwarmth and hilarity, but old kindness. One
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