Piccadilly: A Fragment of Contemporary BiographyOliphant, Laurence
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Piccadilly: A Fragment of Contemporary Biography
Oliphant, Laurence
Piccadilly (London, England) -- Fiction
"Mr Chundango is in the drawing-room, my lady," said Drippings,
appearing at the door at this critical juncture; and he took a survey of
the group as one who should say within himself, "Here is some new start
which I am not yet up to, but which I soon shall be," and he waited at
the door to observe the effect of his intelligence.
"I shall be down immediately," said Lady Broadhem, coldly; and Drippings
vanished. "Perhaps, under the circumstances, you had better leave Mr
Chundango to my tender mercies," I said, significantly. "There can be no
reason why you should _ever_ see him again." I emphasised the word
"ever" purposely, and assumed a tone of authority under which Lady
Broadhem winced. Our eyes met for a moment, and then I looked at her
nose, and I am sure she read my thought, which was "I must keep it on
the grindstone," for she sighed and acquiesced.
"How do, my dear Mr Chundango?" said I, gaily, to the Oriental, who
seemed rather taken aback when he saw me enter the drawing-room instead
of Lady Broadhem, and whose lips got paler than was altogether
consistent with their usual colour. "I must congratulate you on the
prospect of becoming a legislator. I hear Lord Scilly is going to put
you in for his boroughs."
"Yes," said Chundango, affectedly. "His lordship has been good enough to
press them upon me, but I have determined not to go in as any man's
nominee. The fact is, I wanted to ask Lady Broadhem's advice upon that
very matter, and have come here expressly to do so."
"She is not very well, and has deputed me to consult with you instead.
Come," I said, confidentially. "What is it all about? I shall be too
glad to assist you."
The puzzled expression of Chundango's face at this moment was a study:
"Has Lady Broadhem told him everything or not?--How much does he
know?--What line shall I take?" and he stroked his chin doubtfully.
"Come, out with it," I said, sharply; "I haven't time to stand here all
day waiting till you decide how much you will tell me and how much you
won't." Now this is the kind of speech which disturbs a native more than
any other, but which would be inexcusable in polite society. I had lived
too much in the East to be trammelled with the conventionalities of
Europe, and my friend felt as much, for he cringed at once after the
manner of his race.
"I have no intention of deceiving you," he said. "I don't know whether
Lady Broadhem has told you that we are to be united in matrimony?"
"Yes," I said, "she has."
"Well, I want to make arrangements by which the ceremony may be
accomplished without delay, for I feel the suspense is trying. Might I
ask you to find out the earliest moment which would suit her
convenience? I need not say that I hope you will be present."
"I suppose you would prefer it, if possible, before the arrival of the
next mail from Bombay?" I said.
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