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
For I've forgot to inform you that my master was very intimat in this
house; and that we were now comfortably settled at the Hotel Mirabew
(pronounced Marobo in French), in the Rew delly Pay, at Paris. We had
our cab, and two riding horses; our banker's book, and a thousand pound
for a balantz at Lafitt's; our club at the corner of the Rew Gramong;
our share in a box at the oppras; our apartments, spacious and elygant;
our swarries at court; our dinners at his excellency Lord Bobtail's
and elsewhere. Thanks to poar Dawkins's five thousand pound, we were as
complete gentlemen as any in Paris.
Now my master, like a wise man as he was, seaing himself at the head of
a smart sum of money, and in a country where his debts could not bother
him, determined to give up for the present every think like gambling--at
least, high play; as for losing or winning a ralow of Napoleums at whist
or ecarty, it did not matter; it looks like money to do such things, and
gives a kind of respectabilaty. “But as for play, he wouldn't--oh no!
not for worlds!--do such a thing.” He HAD played, like other young men
of fashn, and won and lost [old fox! he didn't say he had PAID]; but he
had given up the amusement, and was now determined, he said, to live
on his inkum. The fact is, my master was doing his very best to act
the respectable man: and a very good game it is, too; but it requires a
precious great roag to play it.
He made his appearans reglar at church--me carrying a handsome large
black marocky Prayer-book and Bible, with the psalms and lessons marked
out with red ribbings; and you'd have thought, as I graivly laid the
volloms down before him, and as he berried his head in his nicely
brushed hat, before service began, that such a pious, proper morl, young
nobleman was not to be found in the whole of the peeridge. It was a
comfort to look at him. Efry old tabby and dowyger at my Lord Bobtail's
turned up the wights of their i's when they spoke of him, and vowed they
had never seen such a dear, daliteful, exlent young man. What a good son
he must be, they said; and oh, what a good son-in-law! He had the pick
of all the English gals at Paris before we had been there 3 months. But,
unfortunately, most of them were poar; and love and a cottidge was not
quite in master's way of thinking.
Well, about this time my Lady Griffin and Miss G. made their appearants
at Parris, and master, who was up to snough, very soon changed his noat.
He sate near them at chapple, and sung hims with my lady: he danced with
'em at the embassy balls; he road with them in the Boy de Balong and
the Shandeleasies (which is the French High Park); he roat potry in Miss
Griffin's halbim, and sang jewets along with her and Lady Griffin; he
brought sweet-meats for the puddle-dog; he gave money to the footmin,
kissis and gloves to the sniggering ladies'-maids; he was sivvle even
to poar Miss Kicksey; there wasn't a single soal at the Griffinses that
didn't adoar this good young man.
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