ansports were over,
presented Mr Fledgeby. Mr Lammle came on the scene last, for he was
always late, and so were the frequenters always late; all hands being
bound to be made late, by private information about the Bourse, and
Greek and Spanish and India and Mexican and par and premium and discount
and three quarters and seven eighths.
A handsome little dinner was served immediately, and Mr Lammle sat
sparkling at his end of the table, with his servant behind his chair,
and HIS ever-lingering doubts upon the subject of his wages behind
himself. Mr Lammle's utmost powers of sparkling were in requisition
to-day, for Fascination Fledgeby and Georgiana not only struck each
other speechless, but struck each other into astonishing attitudes;
Georgiana, as she sat facing Fledgeby, making such efforts to conceal
her elbows as were totally incompatible with the use of a knife and
fork; and Fledgeby, as he sat facing Georgiana, avoiding her countenance
by every possible device, and betraying the discomposure of his mind in
feeling for his whiskers with his spoon, his wine glass, and his bread.
So, Mr and Mrs Alfred Lammle had to prompt, and this is how they
prompted.
'Georgiana,' said Mr Lammle, low and smiling, and sparkling all over,
like a harlequin; 'you are not in your usual spirits. Why are you not in
your usual spirits, Georgiana?'
Georgiana faltered that she was much the same as she was in general; she
was not aware of being different.
'Not aware of being different!' retorted Mr Alfred Lammle. 'You, my dear
Georgiana! Who are always so natural and unconstrained with us! Who are
such a relief from the crowd that are all alike! Who are the embodiment
of gentleness, simplicity, and reality!'
Miss Podsnap looked at the door, as if she entertained confused thoughts
of taking refuge from these compliments in flight.
'Now, I will be judged,' said Mr Lammle, raising his voice a little, 'by
my friend Fledgeby.'
'Oh DON'T!' Miss Podsnap faintly ejaculated: when Mrs Lammle took the
prompt-book.
'I beg your pardon, Alfred, my dear, but I cannot part with Mr Fledgeby
quite yet; you must wait for him a moment. Mr Fledgeby and I are engaged
in a personal discussion.'
Fledgeby must have conducted it on his side with immense art, for no
appearance of uttering one syllable had escaped him.
'A personal discussion, Sophronia, my love? What discussion? Fledgeby, I
am jealous. What discussion, Fledgeby?'
'Shall I tel
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