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The motives on the other side were something deeper than any which Richard Swiveller entertained or understood, but these being left to their own development, require no present elucidation. The negotiation was concluded very pleasantly, and Mr Swiveller was in the act of stating in flowery terms that he had no insurmountable objection to marrying anybody plentifully endowed with money or moveables, who could be induced to take him, when he was interrupted in his observations by a knock at the door, and the consequent necessity of crying Come in. The door was opened, but nothing came in except a soapy arm and a strong gush of tobacco. The gush of tobacco came from the shop downstairs, and the soapy arm proceeded from the body of a servant girl, who being then and there engaged in cleaning the stairs had just drawn it out of a warm pail to take in a letter, which letter she now held in her hand, proclaiming aloud with that quick perception of surnames peculiar to her class that it was for Mister Snivelling. Dick looked rather pale and foolish when he glanced at the direction, and still more so when he came to look at the inside, observing that this was one of the inconveniences of being a ladys man, and that it was very easy to talk as they had been talking, but he had quite forgotten her. Her. Who? demanded Trent. Sophy Wackles, said Dick. Whos she? Shes all my fancy painted her, Sir, thats what she is, said Mr Swiveller, taking a long pull at the rosy and looking gravely at his friend. She is lovely, shes divine. You know her. I remember, said his companion carelessly. What of her? Why, Sir, returned Dick,between Miss Sophia Wackles and the humble individual who has now the honour to address you, warm and tender sentiments have been engendered, sentiments of the most honourable and inspiring kind. The Goddess Diana, Sir, that calls aloud for the chace, is not more particular in her behaviour than Sophia Wackles; I can tell you that. Am I to believe theres anything real in what you say? demanded his friend; you dont mean to say that any love-making has been going on? Love-making, yes. Promising, no, said Dick. There can be no action for breach, thats one comfort. Ive never committed myself in writing, Fred. And whats in the letter, pray? A reminder, Fred, for tonighta small party of twenty, making two hundred light fantastic toes in all, supposing every lady and gentleman to have the proper complement. I must go, if its only to begin breaking off the affairIll do it, dont you be afraid. I should like to know whether she left this herself. If she did, unconscious of any bar to her happiness, its affecting, Fred. To solve this question, Mr Swiveller summoned the hand-maid and ascertained that Miss Sophy Wackles had indeed left the letter with her own hands; and that she had come accompanied, for decorums sake no doubt, by a younger Miss Wackles; and that on learning that Mr Swiveller was at home and being requested to walk upstairs, she was extremely shocked and professed that she would rather die. Mr Swiveller heard this account with a degree of admiration not altogether consistent with the project in which he had just concurred, but his friend attached very little importance to his behaviour in this respect, probably because he knew that he had influence sufficient to control Richard Swivellers proceedings in this or any other matter, whenever he deemed it necessary, for the advancement of his own purposes, to exert it. |
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