saw more kings of England painted on the
back-windows. Mrs. Waddy said: 'It is considered to give a monarchical
effect,'--she coughed modestly after the long word, and pursued: 'as
it should.' I insisted upon going to the top floor, where I expected to
find William the Conqueror, and found him; but that strong connecting
link between John Thresher and me presented himself only to carry my
recollections of the Dipwell of yesterday as far back into the past as
the old Norman days.
'And down go all the kings, downstairs,' I said, surveying them
consecutively.
'Yes,' she replied, in a tone that might lead one to think it their
lamentable fate. 'And did the people look at you as you drove along
through the streets, Master Richmond?'
I said 'Yes,' in turn; and then we left off answering, but questioned
one another, which is a quicker way of getting at facts; I know it is
with boys and women. Mrs. Waddy cared much less to hear of Dipwell
and its inhabitants than of the sensation created everywhere by our
equipage. I noticed that when her voice was not melancholy her face was.
She showed me a beautiful little pink bed, having a crown over it, in a
room opening to my father's. Twenty thousand magnificent dreams seemed
to flash their golden doors when I knew that the bed was mine. I thought
it almost as nice as a place by my father's side.
'Don't you like it, Mrs. Waddy?' I said.
She smiled and sighed. 'Like it? Oh! yes, my dear, to be sure I do. I
only hope it won't vanish.' She simpered and looked sad.
I had too many distractions, or I should have asked her whether my
amazing and delightful new home had ever shown symptoms of vanishing; it
appeared to me, judging from my experience, that nothing moved violently
except myself, and my principal concern was lest any one should carry me
away at a moment's notice. In the evening I was introduced to a company
of gentlemen, who were drinking wine after dinner with my father. They
clapped their hands and laughed immoderately on my telling them that I
thought those kings of England who could not find room on the windows
must have gone down to the cellars.
'They are going,' my father said. He drank off a glassful of wine and
sighed prodigiously. 'They are going, gentlemen, going there, like good
wine, like old Port, which they tell us is going also. Favour me by
drinking to the health of Richmond Roy the younger.'
They drank to me heartily, but my father had fallen mourn
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