The King of Schnorrers: Grotesques and FantasiesZangwill, Israel
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The King of Schnorrers: Grotesques and Fantasies
Zangwill, Israel
Humorous stories; Jewish fiction; Jews -- England -- Fiction; London (England) -- Fiction
"Nothing of the sort," said the Infant; "it won't wash now. Besides,
they'd make you shell out in any case. They'd pretend they turned lots
of applicants away this morning, because the rooms were let. No, keep
the bedroom, and we'll go shares in this sitting-room. It's jollier to
have a proper private room."
"Good!" I said. "Then it only remains to escape from these special
meals and the champagne."
"You leave that to me," said the Infant. "I'll tell Jones that you
hunger for our company at meals, but that we can't consent to come up
here, because you, with that reckless prodigality which is wearing the
dowager-duchess to a shadow, insist on paying for everything consumed
on your premises, so that you must e'en come to the general table.
Jones will be glad enough to trot you round."
"And I'll tell him," added Towers, "that, with that determined
dipsomania which is making the money-lenders daily friendlier to your
little brother, you swill champagne till you fly at waiters' throats
like a mad dog, and that it is our sacred duty to diet you on
table-beer or Tintara."
"Wouldn't it be simpler to tell him the truth?" I asked feebly.
"What!" gasped the Infant, "chuck up the sponge? Don't spoil the
loveliest holiday I ever had, old man. Just think how you will go up
in his estimation, when we tell him you are a spendthrift and a
drunkard! For pity's sake, don't throw a gloom over Jones's life."
"Very well," I said, relenting. "Only the exes must be cut down. The
motto must be, 'Extravaganza without extravagance, or farces
economically conducted.'"
"Right you are!" they said; and then we smoked on in halcyon
voluptuousness, now and then passing the matches or a droll remark
about Jones. In the middle of one of the latter there was a knock at
the door, and Jones entered.
"The carriage will be round in five minutes, my lord," he announced.
"The carriage!" I faltered, growing pale.
"Yes, my lord. I took the liberty of thinking your lordship wouldn't
waste such a fine afternoon indoors."
"No; I'm going out at once," I said resolutely. "But I shan't drive."
"Very well, my lord; I will countermand the carriage, and order a
horse. I presume your lordship would like a spirited one? Jayes, up
the street, has a beautiful bay steed."
"Thank you; I don't care for riding--er--other people's horses."
"No; of course not, my lord. I'll see that the _May blossom_ is
reserved for your lordship's use this afternoon. Your lordship will
have time for a glorious sail before dinner."
He hastened from the room.
"You'd better have the carriage," said the Infant drily; "it's cheaper
than the yacht. You'll have to have it once, and you may as well get
it over. After one trial, you can say it's too springless and the
cushions are too crustaceous for your delicate anatomy."
"I'll see him at Jericho first!" I cried, and wrenched at the
bell-pull with angry determination.
"Yes, my lord!"
He stood bent and insinuative before me.
"I won't have the yacht."
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