Sheppard Lee, Written by Himself. Vol. 1 (of 2)Bird, Robert Montgomery
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Sheppard Lee, Written by Himself. Vol. 1 (of 2)
Bird, Robert Montgomery
American fiction -- 19th century; Satire
She told me he was not at home; but seeing me rise to depart, she
stammered out an assurance that he would soon return; which caused me
to resume my seat, evidently to her great pleasure.
Seeing this, I condescended to make myself agreeable, and with such
effect, that the simple-hearted foolish creature began to tell me how
often she had seen me at her father's house a year or two before, when
she was a little school-girl, as she said, and how glad she was to
see me back again; as if, a year or two before, we had been intimate
acquaintances; when, on the contrary, as my associations assured me, I
(or my original) had never taken the slightest notice of her--as, in
truth, why should I, her father being so much beneath me?
I believe I rather gave her a stare; but she looked so admiringly at
me, I could do no less than continue to be agreeable; and, to tell the
truth, I was afterward amazed at my condescension.
By-and-by there dropped in one of her brothers, a very fine looking
young man for one of his rank in life, but of a dissipated,
under-the-table look, and, I thought, somewhat _julapized_--which is
a word that, among certain classes, signifies that one is not sober.
However, he behaved with great decorum, and instead of taking a
seat, as I expected, to make my acquaintance, he gave me a nod and a
laugh, as much as to say, "I know what you're after, my boy," and went
stumbling into the back part of the house.
In a few moments after there came another equally good looking, but not
so obliging; for he helped himself to a seat without any ceremony, and,
with just as little, proceeded to inform "me he supposed I was after
dad; but dad was fast on an arbitration, and would not be home for at
least three hours."
Poor Alicia, for that was her name (and in this particular she was
better provided than my cousin Pattie), gave her brother an angry look;
for at this announcement I got up and took my leave. She followed
me, however, to the door, and told me if I would come at about eight
o'clock on the following evening, I would find her papa at home; and
she added, softly, that she would be glad to see me.--_She_ glad to see
me! poor soul!
I went, though, according to appointment; and, poor soul, she _was_
glad to see me, as was plain enough, but "sorry that papa had not yet
got through with that arbitration; and so I could not see him, unless
I would be so good as to wait until he came home; and, if I would, it
would be charity, for there was nobody in the house with her except old
Barbara, the housekeeper, who was but poor company,--and, indeed, she
had but poor company always, living a very lonesome life of it," &c.
&c.; and she concluded by promising, if I would sit down, to play me a
tune upon the piano!
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