"Ask Mamma"; or, The Richest Commoner In EnglandSurtees, Robert Smith
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"Ask Mamma"; or, The Richest Commoner In England
Surtees, Robert Smith
England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Fox hunting -- Fiction
Certainly, if the animals could have spoken, they would have
expressed their surprise at the different language the Major held
as a buyer and as a seller; as a buyer, when like Gil Blas’ mule,
he made them out to be all faults, as a seller when they suddenly
seemed to become paragons of perfection. He was always ready for
a deal, and would accommodate matters to people’s
convenience—take part cash, part corn, part hay, part anything,
for he was a most miscellaneous barterer, and his stable loft was
like a Marine Store-dealer’s shop. Though always boasting that
his little white hands were not “soiled with trade,” he would
traffic in anything (on the sly) by which he thought he could
turn a penny. His last effort in the buying way had nearly got
him into the County Court, as the following correspondence will
show, as also how differently two people can view the same thing.
Being in town, with wheat at 80s. and barley and oats in
proportion, and consequently more plethoric in the pocket than
usual, he happened to stray into a certain great furniture mart
where two chairs struck him as being cheap. They were standing
together, and one of them was thus ticketed:
No. 8205.
2 Elizabethan chairs.
India Japanned.
43 s.
The Major took a good stare at them, never having seen any
before. Well, he thought they could not be dear at that; little
more than a guinea each. Get them home for fifty shillings, say.
There was a deal of gold, and lacker, and varnish about them.
Coloured bunches of flowers, inlaid with mother of pearl, Chinese
temples, with “insolent pig-tailed barbarians,” in pink silk
jackets, with baggy blue trowsers, and gig whips in their hands,
looking after the purple ducks on the pea-grcen lake—all very
elegant.
He’d have them, dashed if he wouldn’t! Would try and swap them
for Mrs. Rocket Larkspur’s Croydon basket-carriage that the girls
wanted. Just the things to tickle her fancy. So he went into the
office and gave his card most consequentially, with a reference
to Pannell, the sadler in Spur Street, Leicestor-square, desiring
that the chairs might be most carefully packed and forwarded to
him by the goods train with an invoice by post.
When the invoice came, behold! the 43s. had changed into 86s.
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