Mohawks: A Novel. Volume 2 of 3Braddon, M. E. (Mary Elizabeth)
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Mohawks: A Novel. Volume 2 of 3
Braddon, M. E. (Mary Elizabeth)
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"He may have been more communicative to the child's nurse than to this
friendly babbler," thought Durnford; and then he asked the nurse's name,
which Ludderly happened to remember, because it reminded him of his
favourite paper the _Tatler_, at that time being issued thrice weekly,
and its wit and humour in all men's mouths.
"The creature's name was Wagstaff," he said, "which puts me in mind of
Isaac Bickerstaff and his lucubrations. I had thoughts of starting a
journal upon the same model, and flatter myself that with a smart fellow
like Philter to help me, as Addison helped poor Dick, I could have run
the _Tatler_ hard. But I could not budge for want of capital. Your
printer is such an inquisitive devil, always eager to see the colour of
his employer's money."
"Her name was Wagstaff," repeated Durnford, not even affecting an
interest in Mr. Ludderly's blighted ambitions, "and she lived at
Chelsea, facing the Hospital for old soldiers?"
"Lived, and lives there to this day, for aught I know to the contrary,"
answered Ludderly.
"My dear sir, I am deeply beholden to you for so much information given
with such friendly frankness. We must see more of each other. Will you
dine with me at the Roebuck at four this afternoon, or will you honour
me with your company at Drury Lane to see _The Conscious Lovers_, and
sup at White's after the play?"
Herrick knew that to a man of Ludderly's stamp a dinner or a supper is
ever a welcome attention.
"The play and the supper, by all means. I revel in the select company at
White's, and though I am no gamester, there is an atmosphere in a place
where they play high that flutters my breast with an emotion akin to
rapture. I feel all the fever of the players without their risks."
"Mr. Ludderly, you are at once a wit and a philosopher. I shall look for
you in the box-office at six o'clock. Till then, adieu."
Durnford hurried off, delighted to be free until evening. He had to go
down to the House at three o'clock. There was no measure of importance
in hand, but as a tyro he was eager to watch the progress of the
session. He could not afford to neglect politics even for a day, but he
was bent on discovering Belinda's nurse as early as possible.
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