ose on his entering the library, and walking up to him,
encountered him with a kindly full face.
'So I see you at last, Tom?' she said, without releasing his hand; and
Old Tom mounted patches of red in his wrinkled cheeks, and blinked, and
betrayed a singular antiquated bashfulness, which ended, after a mumble
of 'Yes, there he was, and he hoped her ladyship was well,' by his
seeking refuge in a chair, where he sat hard, and fixed his attention on
the leg of a table.
'Well, Tom, do you find much change in me?' she was woman enough to
continue.
He was obliged to look up.
'Can't say I do, my lady.'
'Don't you see the grey hairs, Tom?'
'Better than a wig,' rejoined he.
Was it true that her ladyship had behaved rather ill to Old Tom in her
youth? Excellent women have been naughty girls, and young Beauties will
have their train. It is also very possible that Old Tom had presumed
upon trifles, and found it difficult to forgive her his own folly.
'Preferable to a wig? Well, I would rather see you with your natural
thatch. You're bent, too. You look as if you had kept away from Beckley
a little too long.'
'Told you, my lady, I should come when your daughter was marriageable.'
'Oho! that's it? I thought it was the Election!
'Election be ------ hem!--beg pardon, my lady.'
'Swear, Tom, if it relieves you. I think it bad to check an oath or a
sneeze.'
'I 'm come to see you on business, my lady, or I shouldn't have troubled
you.'
'Malice?'
'You 'll see I don't bear any, my lady.'
'Ah! if you had only sworn roundly twenty-five years ago, what a much
younger man you would have been! and a brave capital old friend whom I
should not have missed all that time.'
'Come!' cried Old Tom, varying his eyes rapidly between her ladyship's
face and the floor, 'you acknowledge I had reason to.'
'Mais, cela va sans dire.'
'Cobblers' sons ain't scholars, my lady.'
'And are not all in the habit of throwing their fathers in our teeth, I
hope!'
Old Tom wriggled in his chair. 'Well, my lady, I'm not going to make a
fool of myself at my time o' life. Needn't be alarmed now. You've got
the bell-rope handy and a husband on the premises.'
Lady Jocelyn smiled, stood up, and went to him. 'I like an honest fist,'
she said, taking his. 'We 're not going to be doubtful friends, and we
won't snap and snarl. That's for people who're independent of wigs, Tom.
I find, for my part, that a little grey on the top of a
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