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Mr. Jellyband had appealed to the company in general, who were listening awe-struck and open-mouthed at the recital of Mr. Peppercorns defalcations. At one table two customersgentlemen apparently by their clotheshad pushed aside their half-finished game of dominoes, and had been listening for some time, and evidently with much amusement at Mr. Jellybands international opinions. One of them now, with a quiet, sarcastic smile still lurking round the corners of his mobile mouth, turned towards the centre of the room where Mr. Jellyband was standing. You seem to think, mine honest friend, he said quietly, that these Frenchmen,spies I think you called themare mighty clever fellows to have made mincemeat so to speak of your friend Mr. Peppercorns opinions. How did they accomplish that now, think you? Lud! sir, I suppose they talked im over. Those Frenchies, Ive eard it said, ave got the gift of the gaband Mr. Empseed ere will tell you ow it is that they just twist some people round their little finger like. Indeed, and is that so, Mr. Hempseed? inquired the stranger politely. Nay, sir! replied Mr. Hempseed, much irritated, I dunno as I can give you the information you require. Faith, then, said the stranger, let us hope, my worthy host, that these clever spies will not succeed in upsetting your extremely loyal opinions. But this was too much for Mr. Jellybands pleasant equanimity. He burst into an uproarious fit of laughter, which was soon echoed by those who happened to be in his debt. Hahaha! hohoho! hehehe! He laughed in every key, did my worthy host, and laughed until his sides ached, and his eyes streamed. At me! hark at that! Did ye ear im say that theyd be upsettin my opinions?Eh? Lud love you, sir, but you do say some queer things. Well, Mr. Jellyband, said Mr. Hempseed, sententiously, you know what the Scriptures say: Let im oo stands take eed lest e fall. But then harkee, Mr. Empseed, retorted Jellyband, still holding his sides with laughter, the Scriptures didnt know me. Why, I wouldnt so much as drink a glass of ale with one o them murderin Frenchmen, and nothin d make me change my opinions. Why! Ive eard it said that them frog-eaters cant even speak the Kings English, so, of course, if any of em tried to speak their God-forsaken lingo to me, why, I should spot them directly, see!and forewarned is forearmed, as the saying goes. Aye! my honest friend, assented the stranger cheerfully, I see that you are much too sharp, and a match for any twenty Frenchmen, and heres to your very good health, my worthy host, if youll do me the honour to finish this bottle of mine with me. I am sure youre very polite, sir, said Mr. Jellyband, wiping his eyes which were still streaming with the abundance of his laughter, and I dont mind if I do. The stranger poured out a couple of tankards full of wine, and having offered one to mine host, he took the other himself. Loyal Englishmen as we all are, he said, whilst the same humorous smile played round the corners of his thin lipsloyal as we are, we must admit that this at least is one good thing which comes to us from France. Aye! well none of us deny that, sir, assented mine host. And heres to the best landlord in England, our worthy host, Mr. Jellyband, said the stranger in a loud tone of voice. |
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