Well, and how often have you been flogged this half? asked she again, not getting an answer to her first enquiry.
Not at all, growled Cheek, reddening up.
Oh, flogged! exclaimed Miss Glitters. You wouldnt have a young man like him flogged; its only the little boys that get that -- is it, Mister Cheek?
To be sure not, assented the youth.
Mister Cheeks a man, observed Miss Glitters, eyeing him archly as he sat stuffing his mouth with currant- loaf plentifully besmeared with raspberry jam. Hell be wanting a wife soon, added she, smiling across the table at Captain Seedeybuck.
I question but hes got one, observed the captain.
No, ar havent, replied Cheek, pleased at the imputation.
Then theres a chance for you, Miss G., retorted the captain.
Mrs George Cheek would look well on a glazed card with gilt edges.
What a cub! exclaimed Miss Howard, in disgust.
Youre another, replied Master Cheek, amidst a roar of laughter from the party.
Well, but you ask your master if you maynt have a wife next half, and well see if we cant arrange matters, observed Miss Glitters.
Noo, ar sharnt!, replied George, stuffing his mouth full of preserved apricot.
Why not? asked Miss Howard.
Because -- because -- arll have somethin younger, replied George.
Bravo, young Chesterfield! exclaimed Miss Howard; adding, what it is to be thick with Lord John Manners!
Arm not, growled the boy, amidst the mirth of the company.
Well, but what must we do with these little (hiccup)? asked Sir Harry, at last rising from the breakfast table, and looking listlessly round the company for an answer.
O! liquor them well, and send them home to their mammas, suggested Captain Bouncey, who was all for the drink.
But they wont take their (hiccup), replied Sir Harry, holding up a Curaçoa bottle to show how little had disappeared.
Try them with cherry brandy, suggested Captain Seedeybuck; adding, its sweeter. Now, young man, continued he, addressing George Cheek, as he poured him out a wine-glassful, this is the real Daffys elixir that you read of in the papers. Its the finest compound that ever was known. It will make your hair curl, your whiskers grow, and you a man before your mother.
No-o-a, n-o-ar, dont want any more, growled the young gentleman, turning away in disgust. Ar wont drink any more.
Well, but be sociable, observed Miss Howard, helping herself to a glass.
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