"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
So far so good; the party now numbered twelve, six of themselves
and six strangers, and nobody to interfere with Fine Billy. The
question then arose, whether to ask the Blurkinses, or the
Faireys, or the Crickletons, and this caused an anxious
deliberation. Blurkins was a landowner, over whose property the
Major frequently hunted; but then on the other hand, he was a
most disagreeable person, who would be sure to tread upon every
body’s corns before the evening was over. Indeed, the Blurkins’
family, like noxious vermin, would seem to have been sent into
the world for some inscrutable purpose, their mission apparently
being to take the conceit out of people by telling them home
truths. “Lor’ bless us! how old you have got! why you’ve lost a
front tooth! declare I shouldn’t have known you!” or “Your nose
and your chin have got into fearful proximity,” was the sort of
salute Blurkins would give an acquaintance after an absence. Or
if the “Featherbedfordshire Gazette,” or the “Hit-im and Hold-im
shire Herald” had an unflattering paragraph respecting a party’s
interference at the recent elections, or on any other subject,
Blurkins was the man who would bring it under his notice. “There,
sir, there; see what they say about you!” he would say, coming up
in the news-room, with the paper neatly folded to the paragraph,
and presenting it to him.
The Faireys of Yarrow Court were the most producible people, but
then Miss was a beauty, who had even presumed to vie with the
Yammertons, and they could not ask the old people without her.
Besides which, it had transpired that a large deal box, carefully
covered with glazed canvas, had recently arrived at the Rosedale
station, which it was strongly suspected contained a new dinner
dress from Madame Glace’s in Hanover Street; and it would never
do to let her sport it at Yammerton Grange against their girl’s
rather soiled—but still by candle-light extremely
passable—watered silk ones. So, after due deliberation, the
Faireys were rejected.
The Crickletons’ claims were then taken into consideration.
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