Didactic fiction; Domestic fiction; England -- Fiction; Married women -- Fiction
“I don’t intend it shall be at your expense” cries the philosopher; “my
wife is gone to raise money this morning; and I hope to pay you all I
owe you at her arrival. But we intend to sup together to-night at your
house; and, if you should remove me now, it would be the most barbarous
disappointment to us both, and will make me the most miserable man
alive.”
“Nay, for my part,” said the bailiff, “I don’t desire to do anything
barbarous. I know how to treat gentlemen with civility as well as
another. And when people pay as they go, and spend their money like
gentlemen, I am sure nobody can accuse me of any incivility since I have
been in the office. And if you intend to be merry to-night I am not the
man that will prevent it. Though I say it, you may have as good a supper
drest here as at any tavern in town.”
“Since Mr. Bondum is so kind, captain,” said the philosopher, “I hope
for the favour of your company. I assure you, if it ever be my fortune
to go abroad into the world, I shall be proud of the honour of your
acquaintance.”
“Indeed, sir,” cries Booth, “it is an honour I shall be very ready
to accept; but as for this evening, I cannot help saying I hope to be
engaged in another place.”
“I promise you, sir,” answered the other, “I shall rejoice at your
liberty, though I am a loser by it.”
“Why, as to that matter,” cries Bondum with a sneer, “I fancy, captain,
you may engage yourself to the gentleman without any fear of breaking
your word; for I am very much mistaken if we part to-day.”
“Pardon me, my good friend,” said Booth, “but I expect my bail every
minute.”
“Lookee, sir,” cries Bondum, “I don’t love to see gentlemen in an error.
I shall not take the serjeant’s bail; and as for the colonel, I have
been with him myself this morning (for to be sure I love to do all I
can for gentlemen), and he told me he could not possibly be here to-day;
besides, why should I mince the matter? there is more stuff in the
office.”
“What do you mean by stuff?” cries Booth.
“I mean that there is another writ,” answered the bailiff, “at the
suit of Mrs. Ellison, the gentlewoman that was here yesterday; and the
attorney that was with her is concerned against you. Some officers would
not tell you all this; but I loves to shew civility to gentlemen while
they behave themselves as such. And I loves the gentlemen of the army in
particular. I had like to have been in the army myself once; but I liked
the commission I have better. Come, captain, let not your noble courage
be cast down; what say you to a glass of white wine, or a tiff of punch,
by way of whet?”
“I have told you, sir, I never drink in the morning,” cries Booth a
little peevishly.
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