Sketches by Boz, Illustrative of Every-Day Life and Every-Day PeopleDickens, Charles
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Sketches by Boz, Illustrative of Every-Day Life and Every-Day People
Dickens, Charles
London (England) -- Social life and customs -- 19th century; London (England) -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
Well; Mr. Augustus Cooper went away to one of the cheap shoemakers’
shops in Holborn, where gentlemen’s dress-pumps are seven-and-sixpence,
and men’s strong walking just nothing at all, and bought a pair of the
regular seven-and-sixpenny, long-quartered, town-mades, in which he
astonished himself quite as much as his mother, and sallied forth to
Signor Billsmethi’s. There were four other private pupils in the
parlour: two ladies and two gentlemen. Such nice people! Not a bit of
pride about them. One of the ladies in particular, who was in training
for a Columbine, was remarkably affable; and she and Miss Billsmethi
took such an interest in Mr. Augustus Cooper, and joked, and smiled,
and looked so bewitching, that he got quite at home, and learnt his
steps in no time. After the practising was over, Signor Billsmethi, and
Miss Billsmethi, and Master Billsmethi, and a young lady, and the two
ladies, and the two gentlemen, danced a quadrille—none of your slipping
and sliding about, but regular warm work, flying into corners, and
diving among chairs, and shooting out at the door,—something like
dancing! Signor Billsmethi in particular, notwithstanding his having a
little fiddle to play all the time, was out on the landing every
figure, and Master Billsmethi, when everybody else was breathless,
danced a hornpipe, with a cane in his hand, and a cheese-plate on his
head, to the unqualified admiration of the whole company. Then, Signor
Billsmethi insisted, as they were so happy, that they should all stay
to supper, and proposed sending Master Billsmethi for the beer and
spirits, whereupon the two gentlemen swore, ‘strike ’em wulgar if
they’d stand that;’ and were just going to quarrel who should pay for
it, when Mr. Augustus Cooper said he would, if they’d have the kindness
to allow him—and they _had_ the kindness to allow him; and Master
Billsmethi brought the beer in a can, and the rum in a quart pot. They
had a regular night of it; and Miss Billsmethi squeezed Mr. Augustus
Cooper’s hand under the table; and Mr. Augustus Cooper returned the
squeeze, and returned home too, at something to six o’clock in the
morning, when he was put to bed by main force by the apprentice, after
repeatedly expressing an uncontrollable desire to pitch his revered
parent out of the second-floor window, and to throttle the apprentice
with his own neck-handkerchief.
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