The Memoirs of Mr. Charles J. YellowplushThackeray, William Makepeace
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The Memoirs of Mr. Charles J. Yellowplush
Thackeray, William Makepeace
Didactic fiction; England -- Fiction; Household employees -- Fiction; Humorous stories; Master and servant -- Fiction
Master went out, slamming the door in a fury; as well he might. Says he,
“If I can't have a comforable life, I can have a jolly one;” and so
he went off to the hed tavern, and came home that evening beesly
intawsicated. When high words begin in a family drink generally follows
on the genlman's side; and then, fearwell to all conjubial happyniss!
These two pipple, so fond and loving, were now sirly, silent, and full
of il wil. Master went out earlier, and came home later; missis cried
more, and looked even paler than before.
Well, things went on in this uncomfortable way, master still in the
mopes, missis tempted by the deamons of jellosy and curosity; until a
singlar axident brought to light all the goings on of Mr. Altamont.
It was the tenth of January; I recklect the day, for old Shum gev me
half a crownd (the fust and last of his money I ever see, by the way):
he was dining along with master, and they were making merry together.
Master said, as he was mixing his fifth tumler of punch and little Shum
his twelfth or so--master said, “I see you twice in the City to-day, Mr.
Shum.”
“Well, that's curous!” says Shum. “I WAS in the City. To-day's the day
when the divvydins (God bless 'em) is paid; and me and Mrs. S. went for
our half-year's inkem. But we only got out of the coach, crossed the
street to the Bank, took our money, and got in agen. How could you see
me twice?”
Altamont stuttered and stammered and hemd, and hawd. “O!” says he, “I
was passing--passing as you went in and out.” And he instantly turned
the conversation, and began talking about pollytix, or the weather, or
some such stuff.
“Yes, my dear,” said my missis, “but how could you see papa TWICE?”
Master didn't answer, but talked pollytix more than ever. Still she
would continy on. “Where was you, my dear, when you saw pa? What were
you doing, my love, to see pa twice?” and so forth. Master looked
angrier and angrier, and his wife only pressed him wuss and wuss.
This was, as I said, little Shum's twelfth tumler; and I knew pritty
well that he could git very little further; for, as reglar as the
thirteenth came, Shum was drunk. The thirteenth did come, and its
consquinzes. I was obliged to leed him home to John Street, where I left
him in the hangry arms of Mrs. Shum.
“How the d--,” sayd he all the way, “how the d-dd--the
deddy--deddy--devil--could he have seen me TWICE?”
CHAPTER IV.
It was a sad slip on Altamont's part, for no sooner did he go out the
next morning than missis went out too. She tor down the street, and
never stopped till she came to her pa's house at Pentonwill. She was
clositid for an hour with her ma, and when she left her she drove
straight to the City. She walked before the Bank, and behind the Bank,
and round the Bank: she came home disperryted, having learned nothink.
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