English fiction -- 19th century; Tailors -- Fiction
A great noise of wheels, and a horn blown, caused them both to turn
their heads, and they beheld a curricle descending upon them
vehemently, and a fashionably attired young gentleman straining with
all his might at the reins. The next instant they were rolling on the
bank. About twenty yards ahead the curricle was halted and turned about
to see the extent of the mischief done.
“Pardon, a thousand times, my worthy couple,” cried the sonorous Mr.
Raikes. “What we have seen we swear not to divulge. Franco and
Fred—your pledge!”
“We swear!” exclaimed this couple.
But suddenly the cheeks of Mr. John Raikes flushed. He alighted from
the box, and rushing up to Old Tom, was shouting, “My bene—”
“Do you want my toe on your plate?” Old Tom stopped him with.
The mysterious words completely changed the aspect of Mr. John Raikes.
He bowed obsequiously and made his friend Franco step down and assist
in the task of reestablishing the donkey, who fortunately had received
no damage.
CHAPTER XXVII.
EXHIBITS ROSE’S GENERALSHIP; EVAN’S PERFORMANCE ON THE SECOND FIDDLE;
AND THE WRETCHEDNESS OF THE COUNTESS
We left Rose and Evan on their way to Lady Jocelyn. At the library-door
Rose turned to him, and with her chin archly lifted sideways, said:
“I know what you feel; you feel foolish.”
Now the sense of honour, and of the necessity of acting the part it
imposes on him, may be very strong in a young man; but certainly, as a
rule, the sense of ridicule is more poignant, and Evan was suffering
horrid pangs. We none of us like to play second fiddle. To play second
fiddle to a young woman is an abomination to us all. But to have to
perform upon that instrument to the darling of our hearts—would we not
rather die? nay, almost rather end the duet precipitately and with
violence. Evan, when he passed Drummond into the house, and quietly
returned his gaze, endured the first shock of this strange feeling.
There could be no doubt that he was playing second fiddle to Rose. And
what was he about to do? Oh, horror! to stand like a criminal, and say,
or worse, have said for him, things to tip the ears with fire! To tell
the young lady’s mother that he had won her daughter’s love, and
meant—what did he mean? He knew not. Alas! he was second fiddle; he
could only mean what she meant. Evan loved Rose deeply and completely,
but noble manhood was strong in him. You may sneer at us, if you
please, ladies. We have been educated in a theory, that when you lead
off with the bow, the order of Nature is reversed, and it is no wonder
therefore, that, having stript us of one attribute, our fine feathers
moult, and the majestic cock-like march which distinguishes us
degenerates. You unsex us, if I may dare to say so. Ceasing to be men,
what are we? If we are to please you rightly, always allow us to play
First.
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