And Maria"s present enslaver was no other than Mr. Geoghegan or Hagan, the young actor who had performed in George"s tragedy. His tones were so thrilling, his eye so bright, his mien so n.o.ble, he looked so beautiful in his gilt leather armour and large buckled periwig, giving utterance to the poet"s glowing verses, that the lady"s heart was yielded up to him, even as Ariadne"s to Bacchus when her affair with Theseus was over. The young Irishman was not a little touched and elated by the highborn damsel"s partiality for him. He might have preferred a Lady Maria Hagan more tender in years, but one more tender in disposition it were difficult to discover. She clung to him closely, indeed. She retired to his humble lodgings in Westminster with him, when it became necessary to disclose their marriage, and when her furious relatives disowned her.
General Lambert brought the news home from his office in Whitehall one day, and made merry over it with his family. In those homely times a joke was none the worse for being a little broad; and a fine lady would laugh at a jolly page of Fielding, and weep over a letter of Clarissa, which would make your present ladyship"s eyes start out of your head with horror. He uttered all sorts of waggeries, did the merry General, upon the subject of this marriage; upon George"s share in bringing it about; upon Barry"s jealousy when he should hear of it, He vowed it was cruel that cousin Hagan had not selected George as groomsman; that the first child should be called Carpezan or Sybilla, after the tragedy, and so forth. They would not quite be able to keep a coach, but they might get a chariot and pasteboard dragons from Mr. Rich"s theatre. The baby might be christened in Macbeth"s caldron; and Harry and harlequin ought certainly to be G.o.dfathers.
"Why shouldn"t she marry him if she likes him?" asked little Hetty. "Why should he not love her because she is a little old? Mamma is a little old, and you love her none the worse. When you married my mamma, sir, I have heard you say you were very poor; and yet you were very happy, and n.o.body laughed at you!" Thus this impudent little person spoke by reason of her tender age, not being aware of Lady Maria Esmond"s previous follies.
So her family has deserted her? George described what wrath they were in; how Lady Castlewood had gone into mourning; how Mr. Will swore he would have the rascal"s ears; how furious Madame de Bernstein was, the most angry of all. "It is an insult to the family," says haughty little Miss Hett; "and I can fancy how ladies of that rank must be indignant at their relative"s marriage with a person of Mr. Hagan"s condition; but to desert her is a very different matter."
"Indeed, my dear child," cries mamma, "you are talking of what you don"t understand. After my Lady Maria"s conduct, no respectable person can go to see her."
"What conduct, mamma?"
"Never mind," cries mamma. "Little girls can"t be expected to know, and ought not to be too curious to inquire, what Lady Maria"s conduct has been! Suffice it, miss, that I am shocked her ladyship should ever have been here; and I say again, no honest person should a.s.sociate with her!"
"Then, Aunt Lambert, I must be whipped and sent to bed," says George, with mock gravity. "I own to you (though I did not confess sooner, seeing that the affair was not mine) that I have been to see my cousin the player, and her ladyship his wife. I found them in very dirty lodgings in Westminster, where the wretch has the shabbiness to keep not only his wife, but his old mother, and a little brother, whom he puts to school. I found Mr. Hagan, and came away with a liking, and almost a respect for him, although I own he has made a very improvident marriage. But how improvident some folks are about marriage, aren"t they, Theo?"
"Improvident, if they marry such spendthrifts as you," says the General. "Master George found his relations, and I"ll be bound to say he left his purse behind him."
"No, not the purse, sir," says George, smiling very tenderly. "Theo made that. But I am bound to own it came empty away. Mr. Rich is in great dudgeon. He says he hardly dares have Hagan on his stage, and is afraid of a riot, such as Mr. Garrick had about the foreign dancers. This is to be a fine gentleman"s riot. The macaronis are furious, and vow they will pelt Mr. Hagan, and have him cudgelled afterwards. My cousin Will, at Arthur"s, has taken his oath he will have the actor"s ears. Meanwhile, as the poor man does not play, they have cut off his salary; and without his salary, this luckless pair of lovers have no means to buy bread and cheese."
"And you took it to them, sir? It was like you, George!" says Theo, worshipping him with her eyes.
"It was your purse took it, dear Theo!" replies George.
"Mamma, I hope you will go and see them to-morrow!" prays Theo.
"If she doesn"t, I shall get a divorce, my dear!" cries papa. "Come and kiss me, you little wench-that is, avec la bonne permission de monsieur mon beau-fils."
"Monsieur mon beau fiddlestick, papa!" says Miss Lambert, and I have no doubt complies with the paternal orders. And this was the first time George Esmond Warrington, Esquire, was ever called a fiddlestick.
Any man, even in our time, who makes an imprudent marriage, knows how he has to run the gauntlet of the family, and undergo the abuse, the scorn, the wrath, the pity of his relations. If your respectable family cry out because you marry the curate"s daughter, one in ten, let us say, of his charming children; or because you engage yourself to the young barrister whose only present pecuniary resources come from the court which he reports, and who will have to pay his Oxford bills out of your slender little fortune;-if your friends cry out for making such engagements as these, fancy the feelings of Lady Maria Hagan"s friends, and even those of Mr. Hagan"s, on the announcement of this marriage.
There is old Mrs. Hagan, in the first instance. Her son has kept her dutifully and in tolerable comfort, ever since he left Trinity College at his father"s death, and appeared as Romeo at Crow Street Theatre. His salary has sufficed of late years to keep the brother at school, to help the sister who has gone out as companion, and to provide fire, clothing, tea, dinner, and comfort for the old clergyman"s widow. And now, forsooth, a fine lady, with all sorts of extravagant habits, must come and take possession of the humble home, and share the scanty loaf and mutton! Were Hagan not a high-spirited fellow, and the old mother very much afraid of him, I doubt whether my lady"s life at the Westminster lodgings would be very comfortable. It was very selfish perhaps to take a place at that small table, and in poor Hagan"s narrow bed. But Love in some pa.s.sionate and romantic dispositions never regards consequences, or measures accommodation. Who has not experienced that frame of mind; what thrifty wife has not seen and lamented her husband in that condition; when, with rather a heightened colour and a deuce-may-care smile on his face, he comes home and announces that he has asked twenty people to dinner next Sat.u.r.day? He doesn"t know whom exactly; and he does know the dining-room will only hold sixteen. Never mind! Two of the prettiest girls can sit upon young gentlemen"s knees: others won"t come: there"s sure to be plenty! In the intoxication of love people venture upon this dangerous sort of housekeeping; they don"t calculate the resources of their dining-table, or those inevitable butchers" and fishmongers" bills which will be brought to the ghastly housekeeper at the beginning of the month.
Yes: it was rather selfish of my Lady Maria to seat herself at Hagan"s table and take the cream off the milk, and the wings of the chickens, and the best half of everything where there was only enough before; and no wonder the poor old mamma-in-law was disposed to grumble. But what was her outcry compared to the clamour at Kensington among Lady Maria"s n.o.ble family? Think of the talk and scandal all over the town! Think of the t.i.tters and whispers of the ladies in attendance at the Princess"s court, where Lady f.a.n.n.y had a place; of the jokes of Mr. Will"s brother-officers at the usher"s table; of the waggeries in the daily prints and magazines; of the comments of outraged prudes; of the laughter of the clubs and the sneers of the unG.o.dly! At the receipt of the news Madame Bernstein had fits and ran off to the solitude of her dear rocks at Tunbridge Wells, where she did not see above forty people of a night at cards. My lord refused to see his sister; and the Countess in mourning, as we have said, waited upon one of her patronesses, a gracious Princess, who was pleased to condole with her upon the disgrace and calamity which had befallen her house. For one, two, three whole days the town was excited and amused by the scandal; then there came other news-a victory in Germany; doubtful accounts from America; a general officer coming home to take his trial; an exquisite new soprano singer from Italy; and the public forgot Lady Maria in her garret, eating the hard-earned meal of the actor"s family.
This is an extract from Mr. George Warrington"s letter to his brother, in which he describes other personal matters, as well as a visit he had paid to the newly married pair:- "My dearest little Theo," he writes, "was eager to accompany her mamma upon this errand of charity; but I thought Aunt Lambert"s visit would be best under the circ.u.mstances, and without the attendance of her little spinster aide-de-camp. Cousin Hagan was out when we called; we found her ladyship in a loose undress, and with her hair in not the neatest papers, playing at cribbage with a neighbour from the second floor, while good Mrs. Hagan sate on the other side of the fire with a gla.s.s of punch, and the Whole Duty of Man.
"Maria, your Maria once, cried a little when she saw us; and Aunt Lambert, you may be sure, was ready with her sympathy. While she bestowed it on Lady Maria, I paid the best compliments I could invent to the old lady. When the conversation between Aunt L. and the bride began to flag, I turned to the latter, and between us we did our best to make a dreary interview pleasant. Our talk was about you, about Wolfe, about war; you must be engaged face to face with the Frenchmen by this time, and G.o.d send my dearest brother safe and victorious out of the battle! Be sure we follow your steps anxiously-we fancy you at Cape Breton. We have plans of Quebec, and charts of the St. Lawrence. Shall I ever forget your face of joy that day when you saw me return safe and sound from the little combat with the little Frenchman? So will my Harry, I know, return from his battle. I feel quite a.s.sured of it; elated somehow with the prospect of your certain success and safety. And I have made all here share my cheerfulness. We talk of the campaign as over, and Captain Warrington"s promotion as secure. Pray Heaven, all our hopes may be fulfilled one day ere long.
"How strange it is that you who are the mettlesome fellow (you know you are) should escape quarrels. .h.i.therto, and I, who am a peaceful youth, wishing no harm to anybody, should have battles thrust upon me! What do you think actually of my having had another affair upon my wicked hands, and with whom, think you? With no less a personage than your old enemy, our kinsman, Mr. Will.
"What or who set him to quarrel with me, I cannot think. Spencer (who acted as second for me, for matters actually have gone this length;-don"t be frightened; it is all over, and n.o.body is a scratch the worse) thinks some one set Will on me, but who, I say? His conduct has been most singular; his behaviour quite unbearable. We have met pretty frequently lately at the house of good Mr. Van den Bosch, whose pretty granddaughter was consigned to both of us by our good mother. Oh, dear mother! did you know that the little thing was to be such a causa belli, and to cause swords to be drawn, and precious lives to be menaced? But so it has been. To show his own spirit, I suppose, or having some reasonable doubt about mine, whenever Will and I have met at Mynheer"s house-and he is for ever going there-he has shown such downright rudeness to me, that I have required more than ordinary patience to keep my temper. He has contradicted me once, twice, thrice in the presence of the family, and out of sheer spite and rage, as it appeared to me. Is he paying his addresses to Miss Lydia, and her father"s ships, negroes, and forty thousand pounds? I should guess so. The old gentleman is for ever talking about his money, and adores his granddaughter, and as she is a beautiful little creature, numbers of folk here are ready to adore her too. Was Will rascal enough to fancy that I would give up my Theo for a million of guineas, and negroes, and Venus to boot? Could the thought of such baseness enter into the man"s mind? I don"t know that he has accused me of stealing Van den Bosch"s spoons and tankards when we dine there, or of robbing on the highway. But for one reason or the other he has chosen to be jealous of me, and as I have parried his impertinences with little sarcastic speeches (though perfectly civil before company), perhaps I have once or twice made him angry. Our little Miss Lydia has unwittingly added fuel to the fire on more than one occasion, especially yesterday, when there was talk about your worship.
""Ah!" says the heedless little thing, as we sat over our dessert, "tis lucky for you, Mr. Esmond, that Captain Harry is not here."
""Why, miss?" asks he, with one of his usual conversational ornaments. He must have offended some fairy in his youth, who has caused him to drop curses for ever out of his mouth, as she did the girl to spit out toads and serpents. (I know some one from whose gentle lips there only fall pure pearls and diamonds.) "Why?" says Will, with a cannonade of oaths.
""O fie!" says she, putting up the prettiest little fingers to the prettiest little rosy ears in the world. "O fie, sir! to use such naughty words. "Tis lucky the Captain is not here, because he might quarrel with you; and Mr. George is so peaceable and quiet, that he won"t. Have you heard from the Captain, Mr. George?"
""From Cape Breton," says I. "He is very well, thank you; that is--" I couldn"t finish the sentence, for I was in such a rage that I scarce could contain myself.
""From the Captain, as you call him, Miss Lyddy," says Will. "He"ll distinguish himself as he did at Saint Cas! Ho, ho!"
""So I apprehend he did, sir," says Will"s brother.
""Did he?" says our dear cousin; "always thought he ran away; took to his legs; got a ducking, and ran away as if a bailiff was after him."
""La!" says Miss, "did the Captain ever have a bailiff after him?"
""Didn"t he? Ho, ho!" laughs Mr. Will.
"I suppose I must have looked very savage, for Spencer, who was dining with us, trod on my foot under the table. "Don"t laugh so loud, cousin," I said, very gently; "you may wake good old Mr. Van den Bosch." The good old gentleman was asleep in his arm-chair, to which he commonly retires for a nap after dinner.
""Oh, indeed, cousin," says Will, and he turns and winks at a friend of his, Captain Deuceace, whose own and whose wife"s reputation I dare say you heard of when you frequented the clubs, and whom Will has introduced into this simple family as a man of the highest fashion. "Don"t be afraid, miss," says Mr. Will, "nor my cousin needn"t be."
""Oh, what a comfort!" cries Miss Lyddy. "Keep quite quiet, gentlemen, and don"t quarrel, and come up to me when I send to say the tea is ready." And with this she makes a sweet little curtsey, and disappears.
""Hang it, Jack, pa.s.s the bottle, and don"t wake the old gentleman!" continues Mr. Will. "Won"t you help yourself, cousin?" he continues; being particularly facetious in the tone of that word cousin.
""I am going to help myself," I said; "but I am not going to drink the gla.s.s; and I"ll tell you what I am going to do with it, if you will be quite quiet, cousin." (Desperate kicks from Spencer all this time.) ""And what the deuce do I care what you are going to do with it?" asks Will, looking rather white.
""I am going to fling it into your face, cousin," says I, very rapidly performing that feat.
""By Jove, and no mistake!" cries Mr. Deuceace; and as he and William roared out an oath together, good old Van den Bosch woke up, and, taking the pocket-handkerchief off his face, asked what was the matter.
"I remarked it was only a gla.s.s of wine gone the wrong way and the old man said; "Well, well, there is more where that came from! Let the butler bring you what you please, young gentlemen!" and he sank back in his great chair, and began to sleep again.
""From the back of Montagu House Gardens there is a beautiful view of Hampstead at six o"clock in the morning; and the statue of the King on St. George"s Church is reckoned elegant, cousin!" says I, resuming the conversation.
""D-- the statue!" begins Will; but I said, "Don"t, cousin! or you will wake up the old gentleman. Had we not best go upstairs to Miss Lyddy"s tea-table?"
"We arranged a little meeting for the next morning; and a coroner might have been sitting upon one or other, or both, of our bodies this afternoon; but, would you believe it? just as our engagement was about to take place, we were interrupted by three of Sir John Fielding"s men, and carried to Bow Street, and ignominiously bound over to keep the peace.
"Who gave the information? Not I, or Spencer, I can vow. Though I own I was pleased when the constables came running to us; bludgeon in hand: for I had no wish to take Will"s blood, or sacrifice my own to such a rascal. Now, sir, have you such a battle as this to describe to me?-a battle of powder and no shot?-a battle of swords as b.l.o.o.d.y as any on the stage? I have filled my paper, without finishing the story of Maria and her Hagan. You must have it by the next ship. You see, the quarrel with Will took place yesterday, very soon after I had written the first sentence or two of my letter. I had been dawdling till dinner-time (I looked at the paper last night, when I was grimly making certain little accounts up, and wondered shall I ever finish this letter?), and now the quarrel has been so much more interesting to me than poor Molly"s love-adventures, that behold my paper is full to the brim! Wherever my dearest Harry reads it, I know that there will be a heart full of love for-His loving brother, "G. E. W."
CHAPTER LXXI. White Favours
The little quarrel between George and his cousin caused the former to discontinue his visits to Bloomsbury in a great measure; for Mr. Will was more than ever a.s.siduous in his attentions; and, now that both were bound over to peace, so outrageous in his behaviour, that George found the greatest difficulty in keeping his hands from his cousin. The artless little Lydia had certainly a queer way of receiving her friends. But six weeks before madly jealous of George"s preference for another, she now took occasion repeatedly to compliment Theo in her conversation. Miss Theo was such a quiet, gentle creature, Lyddy was sure George was just the husband for her. How fortunate that horrible quarrel had been prevented! The constables had come up just in time; and it was quite ridiculous to hear Mr. Esmond cursing and swearing, and the rage he was in at being disappointed of his duel! "But the arrival of the constables saved your valuable life, dear Mr. George, and I am sure Miss Theo ought to bless them forever," says Lyddy, with a soft smile. "You won"t stop and meet Mr. Esmond at dinner to-day? You don"t like being in his company? He can"t do you any harm; and I am sure you will do him none." Kind speeches like these addressed by a little girl to a gentleman, and spoken by a strange inadvertency in company, and when other gentlemen and ladies were present, were not likely to render Mr. Warrington very eager for the society of the young American lady.
George"s meeting with Mr. Will was not known for some days in Dean Street, for he did not wish to disturb those kind folks with his quarrel; but when the ladies were made aware of it, you may be sure there was a great flurry and to-do. "You were actually going to take a fellow-creature"s life, and you came to see us, and said not a word! Oh, George, it was shocking!" said Theo.
"My dear, he had insulted me and my brother," pleaded George. "Could I let him call us both cowards, and sit by and say, Thank you?"
The General sate by and looked very grave.
"You know you think, papa, it is a wicked and un-Christian practice; and have often said you wished gentlemen would have the courage to refuse!"
"To refuse? Yes," says Mr. Lambert, still very glum.
"It must require a prodigious strength of mind to refuse," says Jack Lambert, looking as gloomy as his father; "and I think if any man were to call me a coward, I should be apt to forget my orders."
"You see brother Jack is with me!" cries George.
"I must not be against you, Mr. Warrington," says Jack Lambert.
"Mr. Warrington!" cries George, turning very red.
"Would you, a clergyman, have George break the Commandments, and commit murder, John?" asks Theo, aghast.
"I am a soldier"s son, sister," says the young divine, drily. "Besides, Mr. Warrington has committed no murder at all. We must soon be hearing from Canada, father. The great question of the supremacy of the two races must be tried there ere long!" He turned his back on George as he spoke, and the latter eyed him with wonder.
Hetty, looking rather pale at this original remark of brother Jack, is called out of the room by some artful pretext of her sister. George started up and followed the retreating girls to the door.
"Great powers, gentlemen!" says he, coming back, "I believe, on my honour, you are giving me the credit of shirking this affair with Mr. Esmond!" The clergyman and his father looked at one another.
"A man"s nearest and dearest are always the first to insult him," says George, flashing out.
"You mean to say, "Not guilty?" G.o.d bless thee, my boy!" cries the General. "I told thee so, Jack." And he rubbed his hand across his eyes, and blushed, and wrung George"s hand with all his might.
"Not guilty of what, in heaven"s name?" asks Mr. Warrington.
"Nay," said the General, "Mr. Jack, here, brought the story. Let him tell it. I believe "tis a --- lie, with all my heart." And uttering this wicked expression, the General fairly walked out of the room.
The Rev. J. Lambert looked uncommonly foolish.
"And what is this-this d--d lie, sir, that somebody has been telling of me?" asked George, grinning at the young clergyman.
"To question the courage of any man is always an offence to him," says Mr. Lambert, "and I rejoice that yours has been belied."
"Who told the falsehood, sir, which you repeated?" bawls out Mr. Warrington. "I insist on the man"s name!"
"You forget you are bound over to keep the peace," says Jack.
"Curse the peace, sir! We can go and fight in Holland. Tell me the man"s name, I say!"
"Fair and softly, Mr. Warrington!" cries the young parson; "my hearing is perfectly good. It was not a man who told me the story which, I confess, I imparted to my father."
"What?" asks George, the truth suddenly occurring. "Was it that artful, wicked little vixen in Bloomsbury Square?"
"Vixen is not the word to apply to any young lady, George Warrington!" exclaims Lambert, "much less to the charming Miss Lydia. She artful-the most innocent of Heaven"s creatures! She wicked-that angel! With unfeigned delight that the quarrel should be over-with devout grat.i.tude to think that blood consanguineous should not be shed-she spoke in terms of the highest praise of you for declining this quarrel, and of the deepest sympathy with you for taking the painful but only method of averting it."
"What method?" demands George, stamping his foot.
"Why, of laying an information, to be sure!" says Mr. Jack; on which George burst forth into language much too violent for us to repeat here, and highly uncomplimentary to Miss Lydia.
"Don"t utter such words, sir!" cried the parson, who, as it seemed, now took his turn to be angry. "Do not insult, in my hearing, the most charming, the most innocent of her s.e.x! If she has been mistaken in her information regarding you, and doubted your willingness to commit what, after all, is a crime-for a crime homicide is, and of the most awful description-you, sir, have no right to blacken that angel"s character with foul words: and, innocent yourself, should respect the most innocent as she is the most lovely of women! Oh, George, are you to be my brother?"
"I hope to have that honour," answered George, smiling. He began to perceive the other"s drift.
"What, then, what-though "tis too much bliss to be hoped for by sinful man-what, if she should one day be your sister? Who could see her charms without being subjugated by them? I own that I am a slave. I own that those Latin Sapphics in the September number of the Gentleman"s Magazine, beginning Lydicae quondam cecinit venustae (with an English version by my friend Hickson of Corpus), were mine. I have told my mother what hath pa.s.sed between us, and Mrs. Lambert also thinks that the most lovely of her s.e.x has deigned to look favourably on me. I have composed a letter-she another. She proposes to wait on Miss Lydia"s grandpapa this very day, and to bring me the answer, which shall make me the happiest or the most wretched of men! It was in the unrestrained intercourse of family conversation that I chanced to impart to my father the sentiments which my dear girl had uttered. Perhaps I spoke slightingly of your courage, which I don"t doubt-by Heaven, I don"t doubt: it may be, she has erred, too, regarding you. It may be that the fiend jealousy has been gnawing at my bosom, and-horrible suspicion!-that I thought my sister"s lover found too much favour with her I would have all my own. Ah, dear George, who knows his faults? I am as one distracted with pa.s.sion. Confound it, sir! What right have you to laugh at me? I would have you to know that risu inepto."
"What, have you two boys made it up?" cries the General, entering at this moment, in the midst of a roar of laughter from George.
"I was giving my opinion to Mr. Warrington upon laughter, and upon his laughter in particular," says Jack Lambert, in a fume.
"George is bound over to keep the peace, Jack! Thou canst not fight him for two years; and between now and then, let us trust you will have made up your quarrel. Here is dinner, boys! We will drink absent friends, and an end to the war, and no fighting out of the profession!"
George pleaded an engagement, as a reason for running away early from his dinner; and Jack must have speedily followed him, for when the former, after transacting some brief business at his own lodgings, came to Mr. Van den Bosch"s door, in Bloomsbury Square, he found the young parson already in parley with a servant there. "His master and mistress had left town yesterday," the servant said.
"Poor Jack! And you had the decisive letter in your pocket?" George asked of his future brother-in-law.
"Well, yes,"-Jack owned he had the doc.u.ment-"and my mother has ordered a chair, and was coming to wait on Miss Lyddy," he whispered piteously, as the young men lingered on the steps.
George had a note, too, in his pocket for the young lady, which he had not cared to mention to Jack. In truth, his business at home had been to write a smart note to Miss Lyddy, with a message for the gentleman who had brought her that funny story of his giving information regarding the duel! The family being absent, George, too, did not choose to leave his note. "If cousin Will has been the slander-bearer, I will go and make him recant," thought George. "Will the family soon be back?" he blandly asked.
"They are gone to visit the quality," the servant replied. "Here is the address on this paper;" and George read, in Miss Lydia"s hand, "The box from Madam Hocquet"s to be sent by the Farnham Flying Coach; addressed to Miss Van den Bosch, at the Right Honourable the Earl of Castlewood"s, Castlewood, Hants."
"Where?" cried poor Jack, aghast.
"His lordship and their ladyships have been here often," the servant said, with much importance. "The families is quite intimate."
This was very strange; for, in the course of their conversation, Lyddy had owned but to one single visit from Lady Castlewood.
"And they must be a-going to stay there some time, for Miss have took a power of boxes and gowns with her!" the man added. And the young men walked away, each crumpling his letter in his pocket.
"What was that remark you made?" asks George of Jack, at some exclamation of the latter. "I think you said--"
"Distraction! I am beside myself, George! I-I scarce know what I am saying," groans the clergyman. "She is gone to Hampshire, and Mr. Esmond is gone with her!"
"Oth.e.l.lo could not have spoken better! and she has a pretty scoundrel in her company!" says Mr. George. "Ha! here is your mother"s chair!" Indeed, at this moment poor Aunt Lambert came swinging down Great Russell Street, preceded by her footman. ""Tis no use going farther, Aunt Lambert!" cries George. "Our little bird has flown."
"What little bird?"
"The bird Jack wished to pair with:-the Lyddy bird, aunt. Why, Jack, I protest you are swearing again! This morning "twas the Sixth Commandment you wanted to break; and now--"
"Confound it! leave me alone, Mr. Warrington, do you hear?" growls Jack, looking very savage; and away he strides far out of the reach of his mother"s bearers.
"What is the matter, George?" asks the lady.