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fact so far as it related to the party which was the subject of Mr.
Mole's remark, would doubtless be applicable to many similar parties given under somewhat similar circ.u.mstances.
It is not improbable that the intelligent Mr. Mole may have based his opinion on a circ.u.mstance - which, to a gentleman of his sagacity, must have carried great weight - namely, that whenever in the course of the evening the hall was made the promenade for the loungers and dancers, he perceived, firstly, that Miss Green was invariably accompanied by Mr. Charles Larkyns; secondly, that the Rev. Josiah Meek kept Miss Helen dallying about the wine and lemonade tray much longer than was necessary for the mere consumption of the cooling liquids; and thirdly, that Miss f.a.n.n.y, who was a pert, talkative Miss of sixteen, was continually to be found there with either Mr. Henry Bouncer or Mr. Alfred Brindle dancing attendance upon her. But, be this as it may, the intelligent Mr. Mole was impressed with the conviction that Mr. Green had called his young friends together as to a matrimonial auction, and that his daughters were to be put up without reserve, and knocked down to the highest bidder.
All the party have arrived. The weather has been talked over for the last time (for the present); a harp, violin, and a cornet-a-piston from the county town, influenced by the spirit of gin-and-water, are heard discoursing most eloquent music in the dining-room, which has been cleared out for the dance. Miss Patty Honeywood, accepting the offer of Mr. Verdant Green's arm, swims joyously out of the room; other ladies and gentlemen pair, and follow: the ball is opened.
A polka follows the quadrille; and, while the dancers rest awhile from their exertions, or crowd around the piano in the drawing-room to hear the balloon-like Miss Waters play a firework piece of music, in which execution takes the place of melody, and chromatic scales are discharged from her fingers like showers of rockets, Mr. Verdant Green mysteriously weeds out certain members of the party, and vanishes with them up-stairs.
When Miss Waters has discharged all her fireworks, and has descended from the throne of her music-stool, a set of Lancers is formed; and, while the usual mistakes are being made in the figures, the dancers find a fruitful subject of conversation in surmises that a charade is going to be acted. The surmise proves to be correct; for when the set has been brought to an end with that peculiar in-and-out tum-tum-tiddle-iddle-tum-tum-tum movement which characterizes the last figure of ~Les Lanciers~, the trippers on the light fantastic toe are requested to a.s.semble in the drawing-room, where the chairs and couches have been pulled up to face the folding
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doors that lead into the library. Mr. Verdant Green appears; and, after announcing that the word to be acted will be one of three syllables, and that each syllable will be represented by itself, and that then the complete word will be given, throws open the folding doors for
SCENE I. ~Syllable~ 1. - Enter the Miss Honeywoods, dressed in fas.h.i.+onable bonnets and shawls. They are shown in by a footman (Mr.
Bouncer) attired in a peculiarly ingenious and <vg195.jpg> effective livery, made by pulling up the trousers to the knee, and wearing the dress-coat inside out, so as to display the crimson silk linings of the sleeves: the effect of Mr. Bouncer's appearance is considerably heightened by a judicious outlay of flour sprinkled over his hair.
Mr. Bouncer (as footman) gives the ladies chairs, and inquires, ”What name shall I be pleased to say, mem?” Miss Patty answers in a languid and fas.h.i.+onable voice, ”The Ladies Louisa and Arabella Mountfidget.” Mr. Bouncer evaporates with a low bow, leaving the ladies to play with their parasols, and converse. Lady Arabella (Miss Patty) then expresses a devout wish that Lady Trotter (wife of Sir Lambkin Trotter, Bart.), in whose house they are supposed to be, will not keep them waiting as long as she detained her aunt, Lady Bellwether, when the poor old lady fell asleep from sheer fatigue, and was found snoring on the sofa. Lady
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Louisa then falls to an inspection of the card-tray, and reads the paste-boards of some high-sounding t.i.tles not to be found in Debrett, and expresses wonder as to where Lady Trotter can have picked up the d.u.c.h.ess of Ditchwater's card, as she (Lady Louisa) is morally convinced that her Grace can never have condescended to have even sent in her card by a footman. Becoming impatient at the non-appearance of Lady Trotter, Miss Patty Honeywood then rings the bell, and, with much asperity of manner, inquires of Mr. Bouncer (as footman) if Lady Trotter is informed that the Ladies Louisa and Arabella Mountfidget are waiting to see her? Mr. Bouncer replies, with a footman's bow, and a footman's ~h~exasperation of his h's, ”Me lady is haweer hof your ladys.h.i.+ps' visit; but me lady is at present hunable to happear: me lady, 'owever, has give me a message, which she hasks me to deliver to your ladys.h.i.+ps.” Then why don't you deliver it at once,” says Miss Patty, ”and not waste the valuable time of the Ladies Louisa and Arabella Mountfidget? What ~is~ the message?” ”Me lady,” replies Mr. Bouncer, ”requests me to present her compliments to your ladys.h.i.+ps, and begs me to hinform you that me lady is a cleaning of herself!” Amid great laughter from the audience, the Ladies Mountfidget toss their heads and flutter grandly out of the room, followed by the floured footman; while Mr. Verdant Green, unseen by those in front, pushes-to the folding doors, to show that the first syllable is performed.
Praises of the acting, and guesses at the word, agreeably fill up the time till the next scene. The Rev.d Josiah Meek, who is not much used to charades, confides to Miss Helen Green that he surmises the word to be, either ”visitor” or ”impudence;” but, as the only ground to this surmise rests on these two words being words of three syllables, Miss Helen gently repels the idea, and sagely observes, ”we shall see more in the next scene.”
SCENE II. ~Syllable~ 2. - The folding-doors open, and discover Mr.
Verdant Green, as a sick gentleman, lying on a sofa, in a dressing-gown, with pillows under his head, and Miss Patty Honeywood in attendance upon him. A table, covered with gla.s.ses and medicine bottles, is drawn up to the sufferer's couch in an inviting manner.
Miss Patty informs the sufferer that the time is come for him to take his draught. The sufferer groans in a dismal manner, and says, ”Oh!
is it, my dear?” She replies, ”Yes! you must take it now;” and sternly pours some sherry wine out of the medicine bottle into a cup.
The sufferer makes piteous faces, and exclaims, ”It is so nasty, I can't take it, my love!” (It is to be observed that Mr. Verdant Green, skilfully taking advantage of the circ.u.mstance that Miss
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Patty Honeywood is supposed to represent the wife of the sufferer, plentifully besprinkles his conversation with endearing epithets.) When, after much persuasion and groaning, the sufferer has been induced to take his medicine, his spouse announces the arrival of the doctor; when, enter Mr. Bouncer, still floured as to his head, but wearing spectacles, a long black coat, and a s.h.i.+rt-frill, and having his dress otherwise altered so as to represent a medical man of the old school. The doctor asks what sort of a night his patient has had, inspects his <vg197.jpg> tongue with professional gravity, feels his pulse, looks at his watch, and mysteriously shakes his head. He then commences thrusting and poking Mr. Verdant Green in various parts of his body, - after the manner of doctors with their victims, and farmers with their beasts, - inquiring between each poke, ”Does that hurt you?” and being answered by a convulsive ”Oh!” and a groan of agony. The doctor then prescribes a draught to be taken every half-hour, with the pills and blister at bed-time; and, after covering his two fellow-actors with confusion, by observing that he leaves his patient in admirable hands, and, that in an affection of the heart, the application of lip-salve and warm treatment will give a decided tone to the system, and produce soothing and grateful emotions - takes his leave; and the folding-doors are closed on the blushes of Miss Patty Honeywood, and Mr. Verdant Green.
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More applause: more agreeable conversation: more ingenious speculations. The Revd. Josiah Meek is now of opinion that the word is either ”medicine” or ”suffering.” Miss Helen still sagely observes, ”we shall see more in the next scene.”
SCENE III. ~Syllable~ 3. - Mr. Verdant Green discovered sitting at a table furnished with pens and ink, books, and rolls of paper. Mr.
Verdant Green wears on his head a Chelsea pensioner's c.o.c.ked-hat (the ”property” of the Family, - as Mr. Footelights would have said), folded into a shovel shape; and is supposed to accurately represent the outside of a London publisher. To him enter Mr. Bouncer - the flour off his head - coat b.u.t.toned tightly to the throat, no visible linen, and wearing in his face and appearance generally, ”the garb of humility.” Says the publisher ”Now, sir, please to state your business, and be quick about it: I am much engaged in looking over for the press a work of a distinguished author, which I am just about to publish.” Meekly replies the other, as he holds under his arm an immense paper packet: ”It is about a work of my own, sir, that I have now ventured to intrude upon you. I have here, sir, a small ma.n.u.script,” (producing his roll of a book), ”which I am ambitious to see given to the world through the medium of your printing establishment.” To him, the Publisher - ”Already am I inundated with ma.n.u.scripts on all possible subjects, and cannot undertake to look at any more for some time to come. What is the nature of your ma.n.u.script?” Meekly replies the other - ”The theme of my work, sir, is a History of England before the Flood. The subject is both new and interesting. It is to be presumed that our beloved country existed before the Flood: if so, it must have had a history. I have therefore endeavoured to fill up what is lacking in the annals of our land, by a record of its antediluvian state, adapted to the meanest comprehension, and founded on the most baseless facts. I am desirous, sir, to see myself in print. I should like my work, sir, to appear in large letters; in very large letters, sir. Indeed, sir, it would give me joy, if you would condescend to print it altogether in capital letters: my ~magnum opus~ might then be called with truth, a capital work.” To him, the Publisher - ”Much certainly depends on the character of the printing.” Meekly the author - ”Indeed, sir, it does. A great book, sir, should be printed in great letters. If you will permit me, I will show you the size of the letters in which I should wish my book to be printed.” Mr. Bouncer then points out in some books on the table, the printing he most admires; and, beseeching the Publisher to read over his ma.n.u.script, and think favourably of his History of England before the Flood, makes his bow to Mr. Verdant Green and the Chelsea pensioner's c.o.c.ked hat.
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More applause, and speculations. The Revd. Josiah Meek confident that he has discovered the word. It must be either ”publisher” or ”authors.h.i.+p.” Miss Helen still sage.