Memoirs of Mr. Charles J. Yellowplush [33]
generosity! He is himself blessed with a sufficient portion of the world's goods to be content; and often and often has he told me he hoped the woman of his choice might come to him without a penny, that he might show the purity of his affection." "I've no doubt," says my lady. "Perhaps the lady of his choice is Miss Matilda Griffin!" and she flung out of the room, slamming the door, and leaving Miss Matilda to bust into tears, as was her reglar custom, and pour her loves and woas into the buzzom of Miss Kicksey.
CHAPTER IV. "HITTING THE NALE ON THE HEDD."
The nex morning, down came me and master to Lady Griffinses,--I amusing myself with the gals in the antyroom, he paying his devours to the ladies in the salong. Miss was thrumming on her gitter; my lady was before a great box of papers, busy with accounts, bankers' books, lawyers' letters, and what not. Law bless us! it's a kind of bisniss I should like well enuff; especially when my hannual account was seven or eight thousand on the right side, like my lady's. My lady in this house kep all these matters to herself. Miss was a vast deal too sentrimentle to mind business. Miss Matilda's eyes sparkled as master came in; she pinted gracefully to a place on the sofy beside her, which Deuceace took. My lady only looked up for a moment, smiled very kindly, and down went her head among the papers agen, as busy as a B. "Lady Griffin has had letters from London," says Miss, "from nasty lawyers and people. Come here and sit by me, you naughty man you!" And down sat master. "Willingly," says he, "my dear Miss Griffin; why, I declare, it is quits a tete-a-tete." "Well," says Miss (after the prillimnary flumries, in coarse), "we met a friend of yours at the embassy, Mr. Deuceace." "My father, doubtless; he is a great friend of the ambassador, and surprised me myself by a visit the night before last." "What a dear delightful old man! how he loves you, Mr. Deuceace!" "Oh, amazingly!" says master, throwing his i's to heaven. "He spoke of nothing but you, and such praises of you!" Master breathed more freely. "He is very good, my dear father; but blind, as all fathers are, he is so partial and attached to me." "He spoke of you being his favorite child, and regretted that you were not his eldest son. 'I can but leave him the small portion of a younger brother,' he said; 'but never mind, he has talents, a noble name, and an independence of his own.'" "An independence? yes, oh yes; I am quite independent of my father." "Two thousand pounds a year left you by your godmother; the very same you told us you know." "Neither more nor less," says master, bobbing his head; a sufficiency, my dear Miss Griffin,--to a man of my moderate habits an ample provision." "By-the-by," cries out Lady Griffin, interrupting the conversation, "you who are talking about money matters there, I wish you would come to the aid of poor ME! Come, naughty boy, and help me out with this long long sum." DIDN'T HE GO--that's all! My i, how his i's shone, as he skipt across the room, and seated himself by my lady! "Look!" said she, "my agents write me over that they have received a remittance of 7,200 rupees, at 2s. 9d. a rupee. Do tell me what the sum is, in pounds and shillings;" which master did with great gravity. "Nine hundred and ninety pounds. Good; I daresay you are right. I'm sure I can't go through the fatigue to see. And now comes another question. Whose money is this, mine or Matilda's? You see it is the interest of a sum in India, which we have not had occasion to touch; and, according to the terms of poor Sir George's will, I really don't know how to dispose of the money except to spend it. Matilda, what shall we do with it?" "La, ma'am, I wish you would arrange the business yourself." "Well, then, Algernon, YOU tell me;" and she laid her hand on his and looked him most pathetickly in the face. "Why," says he, "I don't know how Sir George left his money; you must let me see his will, first." "Oh, willingly." Master's chair seemed suddenly to have got springs in the cushns; he was obliged
CHAPTER IV. "HITTING THE NALE ON THE HEDD."
The nex morning, down came me and master to Lady Griffinses,--I amusing myself with the gals in the antyroom, he paying his devours to the ladies in the salong. Miss was thrumming on her gitter; my lady was before a great box of papers, busy with accounts, bankers' books, lawyers' letters, and what not. Law bless us! it's a kind of bisniss I should like well enuff; especially when my hannual account was seven or eight thousand on the right side, like my lady's. My lady in this house kep all these matters to herself. Miss was a vast deal too sentrimentle to mind business. Miss Matilda's eyes sparkled as master came in; she pinted gracefully to a place on the sofy beside her, which Deuceace took. My lady only looked up for a moment, smiled very kindly, and down went her head among the papers agen, as busy as a B. "Lady Griffin has had letters from London," says Miss, "from nasty lawyers and people. Come here and sit by me, you naughty man you!" And down sat master. "Willingly," says he, "my dear Miss Griffin; why, I declare, it is quits a tete-a-tete." "Well," says Miss (after the prillimnary flumries, in coarse), "we met a friend of yours at the embassy, Mr. Deuceace." "My father, doubtless; he is a great friend of the ambassador, and surprised me myself by a visit the night before last." "What a dear delightful old man! how he loves you, Mr. Deuceace!" "Oh, amazingly!" says master, throwing his i's to heaven. "He spoke of nothing but you, and such praises of you!" Master breathed more freely. "He is very good, my dear father; but blind, as all fathers are, he is so partial and attached to me." "He spoke of you being his favorite child, and regretted that you were not his eldest son. 'I can but leave him the small portion of a younger brother,' he said; 'but never mind, he has talents, a noble name, and an independence of his own.'" "An independence? yes, oh yes; I am quite independent of my father." "Two thousand pounds a year left you by your godmother; the very same you told us you know." "Neither more nor less," says master, bobbing his head; a sufficiency, my dear Miss Griffin,--to a man of my moderate habits an ample provision." "By-the-by," cries out Lady Griffin, interrupting the conversation, "you who are talking about money matters there, I wish you would come to the aid of poor ME! Come, naughty boy, and help me out with this long long sum." DIDN'T HE GO--that's all! My i, how his i's shone, as he skipt across the room, and seated himself by my lady! "Look!" said she, "my agents write me over that they have received a remittance of 7,200 rupees, at 2s. 9d. a rupee. Do tell me what the sum is, in pounds and shillings;" which master did with great gravity. "Nine hundred and ninety pounds. Good; I daresay you are right. I'm sure I can't go through the fatigue to see. And now comes another question. Whose money is this, mine or Matilda's? You see it is the interest of a sum in India, which we have not had occasion to touch; and, according to the terms of poor Sir George's will, I really don't know how to dispose of the money except to spend it. Matilda, what shall we do with it?" "La, ma'am, I wish you would arrange the business yourself." "Well, then, Algernon, YOU tell me;" and she laid her hand on his and looked him most pathetickly in the face. "Why," says he, "I don't know how Sir George left his money; you must let me see his will, first." "Oh, willingly." Master's chair seemed suddenly to have got springs in the cushns; he was obliged