The Flower of the Flock, Volume 2 (of 3)Egan, Pierce
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The Flower of the Flock, Volume 2 (of 3)
Egan, Pierce
Fiction
The landlady broke ground by faintly demanding to what remarkable
event she might attribute the honour of this most unlooked-for visit;
whereupon Mr. Bantom gracefully resigned to X 94 the privilege of
speaking first, a privilege which was immediately accepted, and used
in directing a series of sharp interrogatories addressed to Mr. Bantom,
every one of which he replied to with skilful evasion. The officer, at
length declared himself extremely dissatisfied with the result of
his examination, and requested Mr. Bantom to accompany him to
the station-house, in order that he might give more satisfactory
explanations concerning himself to the inspector on duty. To this
proposition, Mr. Bantom emphatically declined to accede; he declared it
a violation of the liberty of the subject, to which he would not submit;
and as X 94 endeavoured to enforce his suggestion, a collision ensued.
Lotte’s landlady, when she saw the policeman’s hand upon Bantom’s
collar, and Bantom’s hand upon the policeman’s belt, and the two
commence to revolve with frightful rapidity, thought it prudent to take
no further part in the interview. She therefore retired, closed her
door, bolted it, and put the chain up. She ascended to the room above,
and peeped over a blind to ascertain what followed her departure. She
heard a great shuffling of feet upon the pavement, and the roar of many
voices. There were frequent heavy bumps at the street door, as of human
bodies swung violently against it, the knocker rapped at these times,
untouched by mortal hand; then the uproar increased, grew, swelled into
a mighty sound, and at last she saw the heels of Mr. Bantom quivering in
the air, waving above the shoulders of five policemen, who were
bearing him off in triumph to that audience with the inspector at the
station-house, suggested in the first instance by X 94, but which Bantom
had so obstinately refused to attend.
All this while Lotte was on her way to Eaton Square, She paused
occasionally to look in at the shops--the drapers’ and the milliners’
commanding the largest portion of her attention; though at the time Mr.
Bantom was doing desperate battle against such unequal odds, she was
steadfastly regarding a large variety of pipes in a tobacconist’s
window, with the intention of one day selecting one, and making him a
present of it.
She went on and reached Hyde Park. She struck across towards the
Serpentine.
The sky was blue, clear, and serene; the air was balmy, and the soft
turf green and smooth. The throngs moving to and fro, in carriages and
on foot, dressed in all the colours of the rainbow, made the scene busy
and lively, and she tripped on, full of joyful tenderness and freshened
spirits, light and free as a bird.
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