. Denis Duval, Lovel the widower, The Wolves and the lamb, The second funeral of Napoleon ... with illustrations by the author and by Frederick Walker . ting to the picture. I am sure when mamma was here, you were alwaysquarrelling, says little Popham, with a scowl. This is the way those innocent children have beentaught to regard me, cries grandmamma. Silence, Pop, says papa, and dont be a rude boy. Isnt Pop a rude boy? echoes Cissy. Silence, Pop, continues papa, or you must go upto Miss Prior. CHAPTER II IN WHICH MISS PRIOR IS KEPT AT THE DOOR course we all know who was, the Miss Prior ofShr
. Denis Duval, Lovel the widower, The Wolves and the lamb, The second funeral of Napoleon ... with illustrations by the author and by Frederick Walker . ting to the picture. I am sure when mamma was here, you were alwaysquarrelling, says little Popham, with a scowl. This is the way those innocent children have beentaught to regard me, cries grandmamma. Silence, Pop, says papa, and dont be a rude boy. Isnt Pop a rude boy? echoes Cissy. Silence, Pop, continues papa, or you must go upto Miss Prior. CHAPTER II IN WHICH MISS PRIOR IS KEPT AT THE DOOR course we all know who was, the Miss Prior ofShrublands, whom papaand grandmammacalled to the unrulychildren. Years hadpassed since I hadshaken the BeakStreet dust off myfeet. The brass plateof Prior was re-moved from theonce familiar door,and screwed, forwhat I can tell,on to the late rep-robate owners cof-fin. A little erup-tion of mushroom-formed brass knobsI saw on the door-post when I passed by it last week, and Cafe des Am-BASSADEURS was tliereon inscribed, with three fly-blownblue teacups, a couple of coffee-pots of the well-knownBritannia metal, and two freckled copies of the Inde- 291. 228 LOVEL THE WIDOWER pendance Beige hanging over the window-bhnd. Werethose their Excellencies the Ambassadors at the door,smoking cheroots? Pool and BilHards were written ontheir countenances, their hats, their elbows. They mayhave been ambassadors down on their luck, as the phraseis. They were in disgrace, no doubt, at the court of herimperial majesty Queen Fortune. Men as shabby haveretrieved their disgraces ere now, washed their cloudyfaces, strapped their dingy waistcoats with cordons, andstepped into fine carriages from quarters not a whitmore reputable than the Cafe des I lived in the Leicester Square neighbourhood, andkept a cafe, I would always treat foreigners with re-spect. They may be bilhard-markers now, or doing alittle shady police business; but why should they notafterwards be generals and great office
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